Lissa McFarland
04.26.17 I remember the first time I heard the word lesbian. I was 7. how another young girl whispered it like a dirty word and everyone giggled, but my laugh caught in my mouth, slid down my throat, and sunk into the bottom of my stomach. it was a filthy word that tasted like stagnant water whenever I tried to work my tongue around it. it was spat out by my peers and parents and even myself; the word acrid on our tongues. to be one was to be ugly and undesirable and completely unlovable.
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