My-femboy-roommate

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“With what? My thong on the towel rack?” My-Femboy-Roommate

Here’s the part that no housing ad prepares you for. When you live with a visibly gender-nonconforming person, you become a secondary witness to the world’s cruelty. If you typed that keyword— My-Femboy-Roommate —into a