Friction
FRICTION
(Happy Flesh)
I am one of three transsexuals, stepping from the car. Jessie is out first. She looks incandescent to me, Instagram-able under streetlamps and the warm glow of brake light. But then maybe it’s me who’s well lit.
FRICTION
(Happy Flesh)
I am one of three transsexuals, stepping from the car. Jessie is out first. She looks incandescent to me, Instagram-able under streetlamps and the warm glow of brake light. But then maybe it’s me who’s well lit.