Haley Ann

“the difference unless she looks very, very carefully.” The few times I’ve gotten out a mirror and checked out the unit, it seems like that’s true. Also, I’m pretty sure Asher’s not going to be doing an inspection. For all I know, everything’s going to be under blankets, and maybe we’ll have the lights out? I’d like that, I admit, just so I don’t have to worry about all of this. But another part of me thinks, Dammit, when do I get to stop hiding? I want to see Asher’s face. I want to see his body. I want to see everything. People think that being trans is about sex. I suppose for some, it is. But for me, sex was the last thing I was thinking about. I want to be alive and I want to be joyful and I want to be on fire, I want to be so human it makes the ice in my water glass melt. So, sure: I love sex—or at least the idea of it—and I want to experience every last”
― Jodi Picoult, Mad Honey