Freeshemales Tube 〈SIMPLE〉

The kid sat. Their name, they mumbled, was Riley. They’d been kicked out of their cousin’s apartment in Akron after coming out as nonbinary. The cousin had said, “Can’t you just be a normal lesbian?” and Riley had laughed, because they weren’t a lesbian, weren’t normal, weren’t even sure what they were except terrified.

The tent wasn’t perfect. It had holes, and sometimes the wind got in. But tonight, it held.

Riley laughed—a wet, surprised sound. “Both?”

“I know.” The kid’s voice cracked. “I just… I didn’t know where else to go.”

Deja pulled up a stool on the other side of Riley. “Well, kid. You’ve got two choices. You can sit here and cry into excellent hot chocolate, or you can let me teach you how to wing eyeliner so sharp it could cut a homophobe.”

“Looks like it,” Marisol said.

The back door opened. A tall Black woman in sequined heels and a silk robe strode in—Deja, the night’s headliner. She took one look at Riley, then at Marisol, and her face softened.

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