If there's a place you should be able to put yourself first, it's in your own sexual fantasies.

I can see where this is going, too. Of course, I can, because I am Alex as well. But I want to dress up in gorgeous clothes and strut up and down the runway like they do in the magazines, swishing my tail. I want to dress up with Amina and Julia and giggle and be girlfriends, arm in arm. I want to be beautiful. I want other people to think I am beautiful.

I'm never going to be happy, but I could get close now, I think. I could be almost normal. I could have a friend.

Honey, there is no one right way to eat cannelloni.