Please, I'm a transgender former boy-bander. You think I don't know how to defend myself?
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Agent Jones held Sinjin’s face in his hands. “I’m going to make balloon animals. People need balloon animals.”
“How right you are, strange delusional man,” Sinjin said.
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Sometimes, Johannes would pop his head in the filing room and ask, "Need anything?"
'Yes. I would like you to ravage me here on the floor and swear your undying love to me.'"No. Thanks. I'm good.
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I think sometimes in literature we kind of police ourselves. I know a lot of people talked about Twilight, and they would say, oh, but the heroine, she lets this man make her decisions. And I thought, that may not be the particular fantasy or trope that works for me.
But listen man, I read Wuthering Heights. I wanted me a little Heathcliff action. I mean, why can't we indulge that fantasy and also be like, “And now I would like the ERA passed, please. Also, this lipstick is fuckin' killer.
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Careful there, Poet. I might start to believe you.
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