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324 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 16, 2018
Mr. Hazlett’s getting worked up, too. A vein in his forehead bulges disturbingly. “In a Christian home, the man is like God, and his wife is the holy church.”
Dad laughs out loud. Maybe a little too loud. “So you get to be a deity, and she just gets to be a building?”
I don’t know what shocks me more—my grandmother cursing or hearing her say I have the right to choose what to do with my life.
Being a lesbian was really important to Hadley, and she wanted me to say I was one, too. But if I said I was a lesbian, I’d be saying I was a 100 percent girl who only liked other 100 percent girls, and I couldn’t say that. Sometimes I feel like a boy in lipstick. Sometimes I feel like a girl with a bulge in her jeans. Sometimes I don’t even feel like I have a gender—that the body that contains my personality is no more significant than the jar that holds the peanut butter. I’m fine with all of this, but Hadley wasn’t.