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@@ -106,7 +106,7 @@ I remember laying on the couch --- that awful, awful yellow couch --- and him ge
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 As you said.
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-I remember scooting back up into a sitting position, facing James, with us sitting by the picture window in the living room. I remember words coming out in a jumble. I remember leaning heavily on similes. I remember taking lots of breaks as though I was collecting my thoughts when really I was trying to talk without my voice going all gross with tears. That horrible, bubbly, trapped-in-my-chest sound that comes with trying to talk while crying.\index{Relationships!James}
+I remember scooting back up into a sitting position, facing JD, with us sitting by the picture window in the living room. I remember words coming out in a jumble. I remember leaning heavily on similes. I remember taking lots of breaks as though I was collecting my thoughts when really I was trying to talk without my voice going all gross with tears. That horrible, bubbly, trapped-in-my-chest sound that comes with trying to talk while crying.\index{Relationships!JD}
 
 I remember explaining to him that I'd been spending so much time online having different parts than I actually had, that it was super jarring to have it brought into focus that that was actually not the case. I tried to say how, feeling him aroused and pressing against me, pressing between my legs, it hurt on a very emotional level that he was pressing only against my perineum and not against a vulva.
 
@@ -120,7 +120,7 @@ They were things that I could feel and not say. They were as yet ineffable. They
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 And they were frightening. Too frightening to say.
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-Yes, had I the words, I would not have been able to say them out of fear. Fear that they might drive James away, but also fear that they might be true, because if they were true, I was fucked.
+Yes, had I the words, I would not have been able to say them out of fear. Fear that they might drive JD away, but also fear that they might be true, because if they were true, I was fucked.
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book/content/gender/surgery.tex

@@ -334,7 +334,7 @@ that which was probably memory to begin with.
   of the night over BP cuffs. They helped with bedpan duty,\\
   thankless though it was. Another patient would cry, flutey,\\
   and they'd hurry off. I remember none of their names.\\
-  Every now and then, when he made it down to Portland, James\\
+  Every now and then, when he made it down to Portland, JD\\
   would visit, perhaps spend the night.
 
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