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Think hard enough and Devon’s in your arms again, warm, breathing. So solid.
People say it, or the pity-looks on their faces tell you: You’re grieving wrong, you should get over it. Wonder what that means. Decide that grieving wrong means grieving in public, in front of other people. Don’t think about a yellow funeral home, and a pastor saying the name his parents gave him instead of his name, the pastor and his parents “she”-ing all over his fucking dead body.

Wish that you were gay, again. Decide that being trans turned the gay shame that you grew up with into straight shame. Decide not to tweet this.