On our way home, Lauren told me she talked to another woman at the Halloween party who went on and on about wishing to be a man for a day. The other woman just wanted to know what it felt like to penetrate. I didn’t like for the idea of a man to be condensed to only a penis, nor do I find it especially funny to wear a skirt or a wig or fake breasts, because none of those alone makes a woman. I can’t explain what makes a woman like I can’t explain why I love Lauren. I can just continue to be ridiculous with her as we dress up.
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