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Essay for The Daily Beast

My, my, my

A short essay I wrote for The Daily Beast about the perils of being possessive

My sister is my sister regardless, has always been and always will be and has no choice about it. This is a love quite distinct from that of a lover, with whom we fall in love, in part, because they are free and have a choice. We generally don’t fall in love with unfree things in the same way. It’s a love so very unlike the love of a shoe.

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