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conversations.value:  “I don’t want to see you accept these false charges, and I’m ready to accept you for who you are. Let me help you, Joel.”
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conversations.value:  Joel’s face twisted with agony. He had to be conflicted. How could he not be with such a burden? At last, he said, “Do it.”
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conversations.value:  “Okay.” He had made his decision. All that remained was for me to clear his good name. “As I said earlier, Joel went to Berta’s house to avail himself of her services as a makeup artist.”
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conversations.value:  “I don’t understand. Joel is not a stage actor. What reason would he have to visit her?” the presiding judge asked.
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conversations.value:  “Nothing special, really. She just wanted her makeup done.” As looks of confusion rose to everyone’s faces, I said, “Joel is a woman.”
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conversations.value:  “P-pardon? Joel Santana is a man. It even says so on his immigration form.”
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conversations.value:  “Yes, Your Honor. Biologically speaking, Joel is indeed a male.”
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conversations.value:  “I haven’t a clue what you’re trying to say here.” The presiding judge looked perplexed, which, again, was understandable. This perspective was fairly uncommon in this world—and it wasn’t even fully accepted in mine.
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conversations.value:  “Besides the gender of the body, there also exists a gender of the mind, Your Honor."
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conversations.value:  “A gender of the mind?”
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conversations.value:  “Yes. For most people, the two correspond. But for some people, they don’t—which causes them great hardship.”
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conversations.value:  “And you’re saying Joel Santana is one of these people?”
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conversations.value:  “Yes, Your Honor.”
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conversations.value:  The presiding judge looked unblinkingly at Joel, whose build and facial features could only be described as masculine. “Certainly,” he said, “I’ve heard of plays in which men look like women or women look like men, but I can’t see Joel here as anything but a man.”
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conversations.value:  “It’s not a matter of appearance. It’s a matter of which gender they understand themselves to be.” Joel had gender dysphoria, something I’ve previously explained in regard to Yu’s plight. “Joel, can you explain a bit of what you’ve gone through and how you feel?”
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conversations.value:  She pursed her lips in hesitation, but eventually, she began to speak. “I was born the eldest son to a family of soldiers,” she said in her baritone. “I was raised as a boy, and I was taught I needed to be a strong man to become a soldier.” It broke my heart to hear her sound so indifferent. “But I always wondered to myself: Why was I trapped in this body that wasn’t mine?” Such a question was common amongst those with gender dysphoria. “The more I trained, the burlier my body became, and the more I grew, the greater the sense of unease inside me. At some point, the revulsion I felt toward my own body became unbearable.” Joel spoke flatly, as though she were doing everything she could to prevent any emotion from surfacing. “Sometimes, I would secretly put on my mother’s makeup.
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