The intent of this chapter, therefore, is to encourage awareness and pride in cripqueer sexuality; […]

Were you a woman as the rest goes even, / I should my tears let fall upon your cheek, / And say, 'Thrice welcome, drowned Viola!'

And all it means: yet it begins outsidely, like any other day; even insidely — oh, yes, deep inside one, it is different.

[…] he looked for tracks / On the ridge where he had seen the riders cantering, / And not a bush was broken, not a hoof-mark / Scarred the sear grass.