You are flipping through an old notebook, searching for an answer you once had. You are trying to remember something brilliant you once wrote down in your undergraduate Queer Studies class. Skimming through your grubby notes reminds you that once, in your lifetime, you were amazing. You don’t even remember what you’re looking for, but the nostalgia bug has bitten, and its reverie venom is coursing through your veins. The notebook’s cover has patches of dirt where your fingers used …
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