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The desperation in Carol’s voice when she says “Ask me things. Please.” Like you can hear something inside her cracking open with the need to see and be seen, know and be known. In a world that can’t understand her or accept her as she is, she knows that love is her only hope.
I feel that way, too, whenever I’m reminded that the world as a whole will never really see me (it happened again yesterday at a MUNI station, someone trying to get my attention calling me “sir”); that love is my only hope.
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