No one ever thinks of us as human because we are more ghost than flesh, because people fear that my gender expression is a trick, that it exists to be perverse, that it ensnares them without their consent, that my body is a feast for their eyes and hands and once they have fed off my queer, they'll regurgitate all the parts they did not like.
Tiada orang ingatkan kami sebagai manusia kerana kami lebih hantu  daripada manusia, kerana orang takut pernyataan jantinaku sesuatu helah, ia berada kerana sesat, ia tertangkap mereka  tanpa persetujuan mereka, badanku menjadi barang pameran bagi mereka, dan selepas mereka cukup dengan pondanku, mereka akan meluahkan semua bahagian yang mereka tidak suka.