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something about jean dying in all the other drafts really gets me like wdym no one would ever have known how soft and caring he was underneath it all or how he had a sister or how he put away the leftovers without asking and cared enough to ask about the safety of someone he barely knew and how he was desperate to love and be loved all along. ofcourse kevin and renee and neil wouldn't have forgotten him but they did not know all the pieces of who he was and what he survived and what he was trying to be, in his heart of hearts. jeremy will know, eventually. but what if he never did? what if no one ever ended up truly knowing him and loving him and saving him? would they piece the deepest parts of his heart by the postcards and magnets and memories of a too soft boy in a too cruel world?

I think being a trans woman is a little bit like belonging to a breed of “aggressive dog”. There are people who swear up and down they love us. That we’re uniquely wonderful in our own ways and that there’s a mountain of misinformation about us. They show you videos of their pitbull sitting on their lap, desperate and anxiously attached to a person they love and are so dedicated to. They show you pictures of their pitbull, all gentle and soft with a baby. Maybe a kitten, something small and dainty. I feel sometimes like that boxy headed, muscular, square dog that keeps you out of nice apartments. But I love pitbulls. I always have.