Transgender

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the shack, a relentless, primal rhythm that mirrored the insistent throb in my groin. Outside, the Louisiana bayou stretched out, a…

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the shack, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. The air hung thick and humid, smelling of wet…

The rain hammered against the stained-glass windows of the chapel, each drop a tiny, insistent drumbeat against the silence within. The air hung thick with incense and something else, something…

The rain hammered against the panoramic windows of the penthouse, mirroring the frantic rhythm of my own pulse. Below, the city lights blurred into a hazy, seductive smear, reflecting the…