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Transgender woman Maia, shows her lesbian friend Arielle, her vagina and answers questions to help trans understanding. By Kristi DeMeester I gave up sleeping in the same bed as my grandmother after the first night she moved into my bedroom. That first night, I stretched my body along the corner of the sagging mattress, my calf muscles cramping; the thin quilt tucked tightly beneath me so that her sagging, yellowed skin would not touch mine. Her chest rose and fell, and I timed my inhalations Estimated Reading Time: 6 mins. At night when I am lonely and fall into the black spaces between the stars I touch the key around my neck and I hear my grandmother’s voice, saying que curioso es el mundo, que bien curioso, how very strange is the world, how very very strange. This entry was posted in Fiction.

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I gave up sleeping in the same bed as my grandmother after the first night she moved into my bedroom. That first night, I stretched my body along the corner of the sagging mattress, my calf muscles cramping; the thin quilt tucked tightly beneath me so that her sagging, yellowed skin would not touch mine. Her chest rose and fell, and I timed my inhalations against her tobacco stained exhalations. But before I hated my grandmother, I loved her.