I    ions already: “My dear Storyteller Effendi, you migo imitate anyone or anyt never a    I beg to differ. true, I’ve y to city, imitating everyto t at ivals and coffeeil my voice gave out, and t    to marry, but t mean I’m unacquainted h womenfolk.

        I knoe , I’ve kno iernal peace; 2. my beloved aunt; 3. t me), !” on one of t    an open ravels. Despite oward ill do. Perhaps, by now, she’s passed away.

        Seeing a o nessing y opens to bot and deep spiritual pain in us men, and t of all alternatives is not to lay eyes on ty    first being laates. to seek out tiful boys, a satisfactory surrogate for females, and iime, too, bees a s . In ties of t exposing not only t also tly ser t attractive feature), tiful ts, and even, if ion of t, ties     difficulty, embarrassed and ireme pain, because, you see, t sides are al and t naturally leads to ty. Undoubtedly, tress to us Ottomans.

        After realizing,    t recipe for my spiritual e o live far from beautiful    tures. At t time, since I    seen any , my curiosity assumed a mystical quality, my o tingle, and I kne I could only learn    if I did e e, said ated t    to my grandfathe

        sold tayed at home.

        “e along. Look, you’ll eain us by mimig trees and ry. ’ll you do    in peace.

        “I’m going to put on your dresses and bee a omacs.”

        “Don’t be sucle.”

        I so you, my painter and calligraply    o and I doo my noed mot, as s I lear day about being a    me first state fort t trary to en read in books and    feel like the Devil.

        Not at all! le sense of    as sensitive as souc my bare skin of my aunt’s pistac, ion too nurse everybody and cook for ter I uood to some extent    o s, I stuffed my c ever I could find—socks and and    to be a large-breasted    it, I an. I uood at o men, merely catc of t breasts, rive to take to t quite po is t ed? I ed boto be poo be t of pity; I ed a ricelligent man, o fall madly in love    I also feared sucs made of ted gold t my mot ttom of rousseau ext to ts embroidered ed ened ’s evergreen cloak and putting on ter gatared at myself in t touc I raordinarily attractive ook note of t before even I . Naturally, t me.

        In tceardrop slide from my lovely eye and just to mind. I’ve never been able tet it, because at t same moment, inspired by ty, I sang t poem rrying tet my     w.

        My ots insist I be a woman when I’m a man and a man when I’m a woman.

        it is being human, even worse is living a human’s life.

        I only    to amuse myself frontside and backside, to be Eastern aern both.

        I o say, “Let’s    ,” for t    all. Listen, I’m not saying t I’ve learned    famous preaot--by-a-Longs Effendi, despite being married, prefers o us    as you sensitive painters do. I’m just telling you o any of teet and as t close to inks, excuse the expression, like a bear’s ass.

        All rigo return to t iful I ed to reets like a slave. Poverty, tears, sorro a mirror of disappoi and g are t of sad and ugly    find a    me on a pedestal, but    be?

        t ed to our exts. I ed my predit to resemble t of tite-mouty s love. Per’d be best for me to describe to you poor Sory. But    a minute, I’d promised to ret tory tonigory told by a oman Prompted by t’s quite simple actually. tory takes pla Kemerüstü, one of tanbul. A promi inant of t, secretary to Vas 1f Pasleman o c of a black-all and ty, and is smitten. But, terest ed to o fide o anybody, and reduced by love to skin and boakes to    ultimately     first, because tories and admire and respect t it aing life take its course. But t trol o get drunk ead sit at tep of ty lives    as to beat o fort ed a gentleman, learns to cry in las or annoying anybody. But gradually, s o ts lose tain

        ially, talk of misery spreads t turn tune and later tainty of doom. Some move ae of bad lud some are uo practice t, because t to er ties out, one day ty and une, of    apart. toget of to be happy.

        I ory because it sfulls of love a I’d lost my capacity to reason. Since I’m noo say sometirely. All rig’s somethis:Oh, how wonderful love is!

        Ners bursting the door?
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