“I hurried out to the pond to catch polywogs in a jar. I leaned on my elbow and looked up close at the little frogs that climbed up on the sun-baked rocks.
"Caw, caw!" A huge black crow circled above me in the air and landed on a rock nearby. We looked at each other in silence.
"Crow, are you a boy or a girl?"
"Caw, caw!"
I laughed and rolled over on my back. The sky was crayon blue. I pretended I was lying on the white cotton clouds. The earth was damp against my back. The sun was hot, the breeze was cool. I felt happy. Nature held me close and seemed to find no fault with me.”
―
Leslie Feinberg,
Stone Butch Blues
