But I was too scared to do anything about it. Not that my mom would besome kind of monster, I'm sure she would come around to the idea, butI've looked... up the stats. For every girl like Jazz Jennings, there aredozens, maybe hundreds who arent as lucky.It can get pretty bad out there for trans folks. And even though Canadais better than some places in the world, doesnt mean there is no riskof really bad stuff happening to me.So there I was, between a rock and a hard place, too scared to try andbe. Your sister talked to us and told us you had a thing for Irish chicks. Wasn't exactly what we expected to hear” Mallory said with a smile. “But you got us. Hope you're ready for another ride there, cowboy, 'cause I know I'm ready to go. How about you, Billie?” Billie looked up at me then looked at my dick starting to come out of my boxers, then looked back up at me pleadingly. “Oh, alright! But Mallory gets first ride this time.” “Yes!” Mallory said triumphantly. “And don't worry, Billie, I. " Not tonight, okay?" Amanda said softly, leaning into me. "We've got this beautiful view, and this lovely starlit night, I'm sure we can think of something else to do..." Hmm," I answered, nuzzling her ear as her hand slipped into my pants. "What did you have in mind?"My penis already knew what she had in mind, or at least had its own ideas, and by the time her hand found me, I was well on the way to erection."Well, I was kind of hoping to get a little more of this tonight," she purred,. .. whatever. You're alive. That's enough to say "I love you" to somebody ... something, whatever. One thing I've learned in my years of breathing is that when the fan is hit with excrement, people look for someone to point a finger at rather than look for a solution.Hurricane Katrina victims waited an eternity for anyone to actually enforce something useful, but the first thing we heard about is who didn't do their job. All it takes is the tight grip of the hate mongering, fear conjuring media.