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The hardest part isn’t the violence from strangers. It’s the silence from the ones you love.

Will this 7-Eleven cashier smile or sneer? If I take this man back to my room, will he still be gentle when the lights are on? If I walk past that group of drunk tourists, will one of them swing a bottle at my head just to prove he’s straight?

We are called kathoey in Thai. A third gender. A space between. But there is nothing soft about that "between." It is a razor’s edge. ladyboy pam

I am Ladyboy Pam.

Then a neighbor’s truck rumbled by. The driver honked. He didn't see a girl. He saw a "thing." He laughed. The hardest part isn’t the violence from strangers

So why am I writing this? To make you sad? No.

I have been beaten. I have been spat on. I have been called a "sin" by monks and a "sickness" by doctors. If I take this man back to my

And the men? The westerners who slide money into my garter belt? They don’t love Pam. They love the idea of Pam. They love a fantasy where femininity is a costume you can put on and take off. They want the silhouette, but not the soul. They want the night, but not the morning after, when the makeup is off and the wig is on the stand, and I am just a human being who is tired.