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“What if I have come to see same-gender love as a really solid choice—just a brilliant idea? Something I would highly recommend? And what if I demand freedom not because I was “born this way” and “can’t help it” but because I can do whatever I choose to do with my love and my body from year to year, moment to moment—because I’m a grown woman who does not need any excuse to live however I want to live and love whomever I want to love? What if I don’t need your permission slip because I’m already free?”

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Book:Untamed

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