“Alfie!” I wish she wouldn’t keep calling me that, I thought. I’m not eight anymore. I got off the couch and looked down the balcony. “What?” “I’m going out with Sheila this morning, can you take your father to his appointment? Thank

“Alfie!” I wish she wouldn’t keep calling me that, I thought. I’m not eight anymore. I got off the couch and looked down the balcony. “What?” “I’m going out with Sheila this morning, can you take your father to his appointment? Thank

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The Way Some Of Us Are Built Just Begs Society To Beat Up On Us—Or At Least, Makes Us Feel Like It Could Happen. If You’ve Ever Had To Do Any Public Speaking, You Might Have An Idea What I Mean: It’s Hard To Be So Visible Without Fear. Now.

The Tank In My Bag Was A Lot Heavier Than I Expected, For Something That Was Supposed To Make Things So Light. I’d Been Saving Up For A While And Today, The Day It Finally Wouldn’t Put Me In The Red, I’d Gone Downtown And Plunked Down The Cash

I Looked Over My Character Sheet, Feeling A Little Lost. Andrew Had Invited Me To Join A Tabletop Campaign He Was Starting. The Big Husky Was So Excited About Showing Off His New Homebrew Game, He’d Insisted I Come, Even Though I Had No Experience.

Every Day I Ride The Bus Home From Work And Think What A Lucky Tiger I Am. It’s Not That I Have The Best Of Jobs Or The Fullest Bank Account Or Anything Like That—My Luck Is Squarely In The Field Of Love. I Mean, I Know It Wasn’t Really Luck.

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So. You’ve Been Telling Me About These Fears You’re Having. I Think It’s About Time We Confront Them For Good. Shall We? It’s An Understandable Fear, To Be Sure: Being Farmed, Being Preyed On—It’s A Primal Thing. That Fear Kept Our Ancestors

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Your Pig Was Always Immobile, Even While It Was Still Strong Enough To Stand On Its Own Two Feet—You Just Helped It Look The Part. You Remember When It First Reached Out To You, Begging To Be Fed. “I Love My Belly. Love Being Big And Round And Soft.

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