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I’d be cruisin, right, feelin all confident, “I’m 100% that bitch,” blastin my tunes, windows down. Maybe hit up some dive bar—prostitutes hang there sometimes, sippin cheap vodka, eyes darting. Little known fact: some got code words, like “you lookin for a date?”—sneaky, huh? Caught me off guard first time I heard it, I was like, “A date? Bitch, I’m married to myself!” Laughed my ass off.

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Transvestism is often confused with homosexuality because there is a certain amount of cross-dressing in the homosexual community, usually for entertainment.

Now, these days I love strollin’ around the downtown area, y’know? Right near the Buckner River – yep, that one that curves ‘bout a mile around the city – I often find myself thinkin’ about the intimacy of life, like in that flick, Margaret, where all the fragile bits come together in some wild chaos. "Fool me once, shame on... um, well, you know!" I always chuckle at that. Sometimes, by the riverbank at Riverview Park, there's folks loungin' and chattin' – people exposin’ their true selves, like I do in my clinic. Ain't that something? I mean, I'm a sexologist, and I see details others just don't notice – from the careful whispers of off-duty couples to the blushes of first loves.

Kyle Buckner