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231 pages, Kindle Edition
Published October 20, 2021
“I love you,” he whimpers with his forehead against mine and tears streaming down his cheeks. “Thank you for being the light in my dark.”
I didn’t ask to be trans. No one asks for things that make their own lives harder or more dangerous. No one chooses a life that could end in a hate crime.
Dean: You’re late.
Taylor: How would you know?
Dean: You're always here by 10:40, and it's 10:45.
Taylor: Aww, you were paying attention. That's adorable.
Dean: Shut up.
“You can push me away all you want, but I'm not going anywhere. Not until you tell me you're done. Push me away, fight me, fine. However, if you ever take away your own value because of the lack of an appendage again, we will fight.”
“Listen here, motherfucker.” His voice is low, but no less powerful than if he was screaming. “A penis does not make you a man. If I had a micro-dick that was useless for sex, would I be less of a man than someone packing twelve inches?”
“Gender is whatever the fuck you want it to be. I'm a genetic male, but I wear makeup. Does that make me less of a man? No. Be who you are and tell anyone who doesn't like it to fuck off.”
“I haven't told my mom about you, but I'm going to, because I like you. A lot. I think about you all the damn time. I want to show you off to everyone so they all know you're mine, and I'm yours. So, sit your ass down on this couch and let me touch you.”
My favorite quote in the book.
Now enters Taylor, let start by saying we all need a Taylor in their life. He is very accepting, non-judgmental, asks questions, wants to learn, and fights for his loved ones. I first fell in love with him in Bully King, now he is starting fresh in a new town. Not to say he doesn’t think back to the last year of his life In Kentucky. Because he does.
Words can’t express enough how much I love this book. It will make you think and ask questions. Tainted is not written like a typical romance novel. It has components of one. Just written outside the box. To which I greatly appreciate. Tainted, is well written with a raw emotional plot. With steam and acceptance. Overall just a beautiful story. I was left wanting more, I hope to read about them in future books.
I highly recommend this book to everyone.
Mike goes from confused to angry, to hurt, to angry again in a matter of seconds.
“I want to see her,” Mike states.
“Him,” Mandy corrects. “I’m not setting him up to get hurt because you can’t get your shit straight. Dean is a man, and you will treat him as one. You will not deadname him or misgender him.”
“Why didn’t she come back?”
He. He, you jackass.
I correct him in my head. It would probably start a fight if I said it out loud, but it bothers me every time he does it. I’m about ready to explode, though. It’s coming. The disrespect he’s showing for another human life is driving me up the wall.
“Your parents kicked him out. What do you expect him to do?”
“She could have tried.”
“He,” I snap before I can stop myself, downshifting as we come to a stop sign.
“She was my sister!” he barks as I turn down some road I’ve never seen before.
“He was your sister. Now he is your brother,” I spit back. “I realize you’ve spent your entire life referring to him as a she, but you have to stop. His name is Dean. He’s a dude.”
“I don’t understand all the different gender and sexuality things,” he admits.
“Me either.” I shrug. “But people are complex and should be able to feel comfortable in their own bodies. Body dysmorphia or dysphoria or something like that, is a real thing.”
Mandy mentioned that Mike talked to Dean, but Mike hasn’t said anything to me. I guess I shouldn’t feel bad about that. We’re teammates, not friends. We aren’t close, but I also can’t keep my distance from him since we’re roommates and play football together.
“Hey, how are you doing finding out about your sibling?” I ask him.
Okay, it bothers me that he hasn’t talked to me about it. It’s a big deal, and I was there when he found out about it.
“I don’t know. It’s weird.” He tries to brush me off.
“You going to ask your parents about him?”
“You gotta stop calling it a him.” Mike shakes his head, dropping into a lunge.
“What?”
“Dean isn’t a man. Not really. Her name is Ashley.” He looks around the gym to make sure no one is listening to us, but I no longer give a fuck.
“If I ever hear you say that again, I’ll knock you out. We clear?” I stop what I’m doing to turn and stare at him.
“The fuck is your problem?” Mike stands and moves into my space, getting into my face.
“I have enough respect for my fellow human beings to address him correctly.” My jaw clenches.
I get that he grew up with a sister, but come on. This is bullshit. I’m sure Dean has gone through some shit to get to where he is now, and Mike needs to respect that.
“You’re my friend. You should take my side.”
“I don’t blindly follow anyone except my momma.” And you're not my damn friend.
“Whatever, man.” He shakes his head and puts his AirPods into his ears.
Whatever is right. Fuck it.
Emotions flood my system again, making me fight with myself. Anger, despair, fear, sorrow, and regret. I left him in that hell alone. How can I expect anything other than hatred from him?
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Taylor snaps at Mikey, shoving him away from the customer.
“What?” My brother laughs, catching me staring. He knows I heard what he said.
“Get the fuck off my property.” My voice is clear; every muscle in my body is tight, fists clenched and ready to cause damage.
Is he standing up for me? It’s clear he’s tired of Mikey’s bullshit from the tense set of his shoulders under the OSU t-shirt and jerky movements as he gets back to sweeping.
Mikey and Taylor are having an intense conversation in the parking lot that I can’t hear, but it’s obviously not going well.
The last thing I need is a fistfight in my fucking parking lot, but one wrong word, and it’s me who’s going to swing that first punch... From the set of Taylor’s shoulders, he’s irritated, but he stays out there.
Once or twice, I look for Mikey, but I can’t tell which one he is from where I am. He doesn’t seem to have his last name on his jersey, and I don’t know his number.
But today isn’t about my brother. A small part of me is sad at the realization. I should be here to support my brother, but instead...."
Mikey shifts uncomfortably at the way Braxton checks him out, and I’m forced to hide my amusement.
I wish I could hate him, but I don’t. I left and didn’t come back. I can’t blame him for being angry with me. It would be a lot easier if I did.
“Hey.” I reach for Mike’s arm, and he stops before exiting the dorm room.
“What’s up?”
“You know of a way to get booze in here? I want to get drunk tonight.”
A smile curves slowly on his face, and he nods. “Yeah, I can probably make that work.”
On our way down to the locker room, he texts someone. I don’t ask any more questions, since I don’t want to know what he’s doing.
By some miracle, when I get back to my room, there’s vodka on the couch.