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started to itch more than it hurt. In August I decided that I would never pass as male if I didn’t start testosterone, and I was tired of people assuming the female end of androgynous. Dr. Connor referred me to another physician, who would administer my hormone shots for the next two and a half years, until New York law changed its “controlled substance” laws for testosterone and I could pick up my prescription and take the little jar of magic home for Andrea to inject into my thigh (tattoos aside, I am a giant sissy about needles). In October, with my voice only just starting to change, my hormones in chaos, and nothing that in any way resembled facial hair, I started teaching at a junior high school in Queens. I found that I was exactly the same kind of stupid as the 8th and 9th grade boys in my classroom, which was both terrifying and reassuring. I was just as excited by my first beard hair as they were by their own. I

Black Fox Literary Magazine Issue #3  

The Winter Issue of Black Fox Literary Magazine featuring new fiction, poetry, non-fiction and photography.

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