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The way I feel?

The way she feels when she’s fronting?\footnote{\cite{ally-plurality}}

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It sent me into my five thousand word tailspin where I asked dozens and dozens of questions of my ally, of myself, as I tried to nail down the panic that came with being confronted by this idea of plurality. -((Struggling against expectations versus desires esp re: feeling like I deserve to take up space))

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It sent me into my five thousand word tailspin where I asked dozens and dozens of questions of my ally, of myself, as I tried to nail down the panic that came with being confronted by this idea of plurality. There was this anxiety of definition — was this me? Was this who I was? — right alongside the anxiety of identification: if this is me, what does that mean for my life?

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I never did figure that out in that section of ally. I very carefully, very intentionally did not. “It is all well and good that this is a question worth considering, and I’m happy enough to acknowledge it here like this, in a roundabout way. I think I need to, to some extent. I need to have it in words between us. But any further investigations would, I think, do a disservice to the project at hand and the roles we play, willing or not, in the endeavor,” I wrote. “Hell, as it is, I’m torn as to whether or not I should have brought it up in the first place.”

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So kind to my reader. So kind to my friends.

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((Supporting identities))

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((The trans urge to tamp down one’s own identity))

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((Struggling against expectations versus desires esp re: feeling like I deserve to take up space))