On Ghosts, Gender, and Who Gets to Be Believed
Like most women and AFAB people, I’ve been trained from birth to mistrust my perceptions. Then I spent the night in a haunted house.
She’s making it up. There’s no way her memory’s accurate after so many years. Even if she’s telling the truth, it’s not like he her. He was just a stupid boy. Hell, when I was young, do you know how many guys I had to slap for grabbing my ass?
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Would you believe the same story if it had happened to someone you knew? had
I’ll protect you
Jen Corrigan's prose has been published in LitHub, Gay Magazine, Salon, Electric Literature, Bitch Media, and The Rumpus. Visit her at jen-corrigan.com or follow her on Twitter @CorriganWithAC.
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