“If we can’t be ourselves out here,” she said, propping herself up on her elbows and turning her face to the sun, “we can’t be ourselves anywhere.”

“A lesbian,” he said again, flicking his long tongue in and out of my mouth, “trapped in a male’s body.” With his muscular arms around me, I nuzzled his neck—wanting to understand.

WHIPTAIL UTOPIA BY CHASE EDWARDS 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 26

In Joshua Tree, California, I learn that unisexual, all-female whiptail lizards reproduce lady lizard clones of …

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