On Running Shirtless While Trans
Maybe I was tired of hiding and being afraid. Maybe I was just overheating and my nipples were starting to chafe. Maybe it was all or none of the above.
Good thing I brought one shirt
Just put a shirt onDon’t be so dramatic.
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