How Being a Child Elvis Impersonator Helped Me Find My Non-Binary Self
Each performance provided a hit of adrenal love. I lived on it. I survived off of it. Until, that is, that moment in the bathroom when I was thirteen.
I was thirteen when I was forced into retirement from my career as an Elvis impersonator.
Well since my baby left me. I found a new place to dwell.
It’s down at the end of lonely street at heartbreak hotel.
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