Helping My Sister Shave II- Negotiations
Liz doesn't need my help anymore, but she still wants it.
The day that my sister Liz got her cast taken off, was a day of mixed feelings and new opportunities. For the past couple months while her arm was healing, Liz hadn't been able to shave, and since our mother wasn't around, the job had fallen to me. Shaving was so personal to Liz, such a part of her identity as a now 16 and a half year-old woman, that keeping it separate from her sexuality was impossible. And so, as her li...