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When the Moon Was Ours

Anna-Marie McLemore

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“It shouldn't have mattered, not when Miel and the other girls in his class wore jeans more than they wore skirts. Not when they told their brothers what to do, and borrowed their fathers' books. But there was everything else. The idea of being called Miss or Ms. or worse, Mrs. The thought of being grouped in when someone called out 'girls' or 'ladies.' The endless, echoing use of 'she' and 'her,' 'miss' and 'ma'am.' Yes, they were words. They were all just words. But each of them was wrong, and they stuck to him. Each one was a golden fire ant, and they were biting his arms and his neck and his bound-flat chest, leaving him bleeding and burning. 'He.' 'Him.' 'Mister.' 'Sir.' Even teachers admonishing him and his classmates with 'boys, settle down' or 'gentlemen, please.' These were sounds as perfect and clean as winter rain, and they calmed each searing bite of those wrong words.”

“To the boys who get called girls, the girls who get called boys, and those who live outside these words. To those called names, and those searching for names of their own. To those who live on the edges, and in the spaces in between. I wish for you every light in the sky.”

“When they both realized they were heartbroken enough to want the love torn from their rib cages, they touched each other with their hands and their mouths, and they forgot they wanted to be cured.”

“The difference between baptism and drowning is a few faithless breaths.”

“...both he and she were creek beds, quiet when they were full and quiet when they were dry. But when they were half-full, wearing a coat of shallow water, the current bumped over the rocks and valleys in the creek beds, wearing down the earth. Giving someone else a little of who they were hurt more than giving up none or all of it.”

“The way he loved her was his, even if she wasn’t.”

“No,' she whispered over those fields. 'No, you can't have this part of me.' If they tried to take Sam, she'd do anything she could to stop them, but that choice was his. This one was hers. 'I am not your garden,' she said, the words no louder than the thread of her mother's voice the wind carried. 'I am not one of your pumpkin vines.' 'You do not own what I grow.”

“No boy was ever so interesting to them as when he was interesting to someone else.”

“They're expected to forget everything they knew about being anything other than what they're supposed to be.”

“The truth slid over her skin, that if she loved him, sometimes it would mean doing nothing. It would mean being still. It would mean saying nothing, but standing close enough so he would know she was there, that she was staying.”

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when-the-moon-was-ours, lgbt, jealousy, love, belonging, dysphoria, transboy, relationships, gorgeous, metaphor, lgbtqia, transgender

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