He is handsome, stylish, and exudes youthfulness, and the hormones that capture the hearts of young girls.
He seriously held hands with the girls, flirted, and kissed. The pictures of handsome men and beautiful women are always so eye-catching.
The only fly in the ointment is that he, physiology, should be called "she".
Sexual Identity Crisis. Gender identity crisis.
When he was very young, Brandon didn't understand why,
why he was a boy, but he wanted to live in the body of a girl?
He doesn't like this kind of self, long hair and swollen breasts,
so he cuts off his long hair, tied the breasts, and put on menswear.
He doesn't like menstruation even more, but he can't stop
it. It's cruel. The message repeatedly reminds myself that he is not a real boy.
He likes girls, which of course is not homosexual.
This is the most primitive attraction between the two sexes. It
is Adam’s rib and the snake in the Garden of Eden.
He left Lincoln, came to Faos, met a group of partners, and
met the girl who was destined.
Her name is Lana.
She has beautiful blonde hair, she has the bluest eyes in Texas,
her eyelashes are very long, fluttering gently like a butterfly flapping its wings,
her singing is very lonely, like in a rearview mirror, watching The sunset slowly fell.
The moment his eyes intertwined, his world was lit by Lana.
Brandon went to a convenience store to buy a tampon and ran into Lana
who was hanging out. He noticed that Lana's hand was passing the cheap sapphire ring at the front desk,
so he quietly took the ring and put it on the little cow's ear in front of Lana's bed.
Brandon and Lana had a great time.
He used his camera to capture her various moments, quiet, crazy, focused, and leisurely...
They talked about Memphis and looked forward to the world outside the town.
They were kissing and caressing on the soft lawn.
Lana sensed the difference Brandon tried to hide.
Faced with Brandon's confession in the female prison, she only said,
I don't care if you are half orangutan or half monkey, I want to take you out.
She also said, I know, you are a boy, I know.
How did things develop to such a cruel period?
Brandon was stripped naked, and Lana was forced to look directly at his lower body.
The surrounding voices kept ringing, monsters, perverts, disgusting...
Lana cried hoarsely.
Brandon, numb to the silence, saw the other himself standing outside the door,
motionless, just watching that silently, with doubts, despair, and emptiness in his eyes.
I tried to close my eyes and he was still there.
Then, former partners Tom and John raped Brandon.
He was pinned to the car with his face against the front of the car, as a puppet to bear.
I have never seen such a look, cold and desperate.
I knew that at that moment, Brandon was already dead.
He is a man, a heterosexual, he hates physical contact with men,
but they easily break through his last trace of dignity,
just because he is a woman physically.
It was not the icy bullet on December 31, 1993 that really killed him,
but the bumps under him again and again by Tom and John,
and the police deliberately asked the details after the report.
Lana held the dead Brandon,
the first ray of sunlight in 1994 shone on them.
Brandon, don't cry.
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