I was looking into a mirror and could see that my right eye was developing a swollen eyelid, just like S.'s.
Later, I was looking through a book of black pages on which Kevin H. had copied out poems. He had also drawn pictures and cut out pictures to paste in. The poems, I noticed, seemed to have a theme of intersexuality. I mentioned this and asked who the author was. He told me a name I did not recognize. I skipped the pages where there were photos of me and drawings of me. I already knew he looked up to me and didn't want to embarass him.
