My Chemical Hormone Therapy Romance
Transition begins by insisting that you can want more. It’s a dream in the sense that it reveals the version of you that wants, above all, to be here.
This is Formation Jukebox, a column by Lio Min on being in transition and the music that helps them make sense of it all.
no, please, keep them coming
Teenagers scare the living shit out of me / They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose / Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
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