I found this unintentionally hilarious sidebar in a book from 1971
"TEEN-AGERS, BEWARE OF THE "FRIEND" OF YOUR OWN SEX WHO
1. Is too "nice" to be true.
2. Wants to spend time with you alone.
3. Proposes that you be room mates and sleep in the same bed.
4. Writes you love notes as to a sweetheart.
5. Directs the conversation to intimate matters.
6. Wants to touch the private parts of your body.
THESE ARE SOME OF THE TRADEMARKS OF HOMOSEXUALITY."
you are not born to be a femgirl. you choose it, as it chooses you; a holy reciprocity, holy in a way that has nothing to do with church and everything to do with the depth of mirrors and the faint scent of sunlight. there are legends that say one femgirl rises every century, and her demeanour carries the age. i say, where a tower rises, cast lights upon her, and see the shadows lay in loving mimicry at her feet. there are a million colours of lipstick and still they invent more. we come.
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