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I am incoherent I know no boundaries I want to run away with you to a far off land where dreamers sleep upside down in mango trees I need a map of your body I want to turn into a pile of dust after combusting I break into a thousand tiny pieces Tara. 22. Female. Queer. California. Sacramento. |
The term boy is reserved for young males, bellhops, and car attendants, and as a putdown for those males judged inferior. Boy connotes immaturity and powerlessness. Only occasionally do males “have a night out with the boys.” They do not talk “boy talk” at the office. Rarely does our language…
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