Marie

“But very quickly I discovered that passing didn't just mean slipping below the surface, it meant being buried alive. I was still me on the inside, trapped in there with all my wounds and fears. But I was no longer me on the outside.”
― Leslie Feinberg, Stone Butch Blues

“I am made of memories.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“Every day I saw others like me in this city—enough of us to populate our own town. But we only acknowledged each other with a furtive glance, fearful of calling attention to ourselves. Being alone in public was painful enough; two could find themselves smack in the center of an unbearable sideshow. We didn’t seem to have any of our own places to gather in community, to immerse ourselves in our own ways and our own languages.”
― Leslie Feinberg, Stone Butch Blues

“He is half of my soul, as the poets say.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles