I’m a queer,non-binary transgender person. I get stared at enough as is. But an extraordinary houseguest convinced me that love trumped my fearsShe was enjoying a cigarette on my original York City balcony, the sweet houseguest who reminded me of an aunt. I’d joined her. So, or insistently,had the cat.
She remarked on how much Monk loved smelling the breeze, ecstatically rolling from one side of the balcony to the other, and pausing only to reach up to find another smell with delight. That was when she asked whether I’d ever walked him. Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com