I’ve tried to write this so many ways. Ultimately, I ended on the truth. Shielding the reality doesn’t protect anyone.
I owe a lot to M. Our sex changed me at my very core. Before it felt like an act, but sex with M felt weirdly like a lifestyle. I was obsessed with fucking her… But I was also just kind of obsessed with her generally.
M was fearless. We once had a professor say something racist. She flipped him off and walked out. When he threatened her with disciplinary action, she laughed in his face and said she’d love the chance to tell everyone what he said.
She didn’t face any disciplinary action.
M was the most physically beautiful person I’ve ever seen. She had brown skin and straight black hair to her waist. When people asked her “what” she was, she’d always give a different answer that never quite made sense. It would throw people off.
“I’m Norwegian” was here favorite line.