“You just did,” Atlas said, grinning. “But go ahead.”
“Does it get less lonely?”
“Used to come before. Before I…” Eli gestured vaguely at his own chest, his jaw, the new shape of his face. thumbs pic shemale porn
Eli hadn’t planned on staying for the drag show. He’d only come to The Lighthouse to drop off a box of donated binders—new, still in their plastic, a size small and two mediums that a local clinic had given him to distribute. But Marisol, the bartender with the sleeve tattoos and the knowing smile, had poured him a ginger ale and said, “Stay for one number. You look like you need to sit down.” “You just did,” Atlas said, grinning