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August 14, 2012

August 15, 2012

OK, here’s a story about a friend who met Mara for the first time: She is post-menopausal (you’ll get why I’m telling you this later), and we had come out to her last summer. Earlier this year, she was visiting from New York, where she lives, and we went to dinner. Mara had been lamenting that some people ask whether she’s had gender reassignment surgery or not. “It’s none of their business what’s between my legs,” she says. “Next time someone asks me, I’ll ask them about what’s between their legs.” Well, that’s what happened when we went to dinner with our friend from New York. She was very pleasant but frank about asking the question. This was Mara’s chance. She asked our friend how it was between her legs. Without skipping beat, our friend said, matter-of-factly, “drying out.” We just about died laughing.


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