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“And as your body begins to feel like a home, your courage grows. It grows bigger than you mother's chastisement in the parking lot after the service the first time you go to church unbound. She asks why you aren't wearing a girdle, why you aren't sucking in the way she taught you thirty years ago, and how dare you come into the house of the Lord that way. Your mother, who complains of women in the church nowadays committing the sin of visible panty lines, reminds you that she raised you better than this.

And you say, 'I'm tired of holding my breath.' Then you promise you won't come to church that way again. And you'll keep your word because you won't go to church again at all.”
― Deesha Philyaw, The Secret Lives of Church Ladies

“Daisy: I was paying the price for the parts of himself that he didn't like”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, Daisy Jones & the Six

“I am Yonghun Han, and I am not. Prasert loved me, and he did not. The me that I was before this body disappeared—that was the Yonghun that Prasert loved. I am only the body that came back. I am the recursion, the vessel necessary for the love to return, a love so great it has overcome the death of its previous vessels to live in this world again, searching for what it had lost. I am the body buried in a body, I had buried my redundant-self in my nanodroid-self. My cells in my nanites. But the memories buried in my code passed on from my redundant-self to my nanodroid body, and that was what had been waiting between the lines to be read out again. To tell its narrative.”
― Anton Hur, Toward Eternity

“It is a lesbian bar.” Jorhdon had joined the conversation. They leaned over the counter. “To not call this a lesbian bar does a disservice to the reason the bar was created. This bar was built decades ago to be a safe space for lesbians. This is not a gay bar. This is a lesbian bar, and to ignore that is an erasure.”
― Krista Burton, Moby Dyke: An Obsessive Quest to Track Down the Last Remaining Lesbian Bars in America