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A kind soul at Vice who wishes to remain anonymous sent me a passage that was cut out of the article during the editing process:
Vice said:"It's a lot of hard work, but I always try to keep in mind what we're building here, and that makes it all worthwhile," Nelson said. She had been working all morning on the ranch's latest project, a guest house that will serve as a refuge for up to a dozen trans women at a time who will be given food, shelter, and the opportunity to learn basic carpentry and animal husbandry skills in exchange for pitching in around the ranch. As we headed inside the main house for a couple of cold beers, Nelson was accosted by Kathryn Gibes, 33, who was holding a plastic Transformers toy in one hand and a large stuffed animal--Yoshi from the Super Mario video game series, she explained later--in the other.
"Bonnie, I made it to the second dot on my dilator today!" Gibes said excitedly. "I could just feel those heckin' nerves waking up right and left!"
"That's nice, hon," Nelson said, tactfully attempting to steer around Gibes to the refrigerator.
"Mistress says that if I drink all my milk I can try the third dot next week!" Gibes burbled, crowding Nelson away from the refrigerator in her excitement. "I'm going to buy the entire set of Zelda Amiibos to celebrate!"
"That's nice, hon," Nelson repeated, stepping around Gibes to grab a couple of long-necked Coors from the refrigerator.
"2020 is the year I'm gonna get fucked in my new vag!"
"Okay, sweetie," Nelson said, a slight edge in her voice, as we escaped out the front door.
On the deck, Nelson took a long pull from her beer and handed me the opener. "Kathryn's such a sweetheart," Nelson said. "You know, we actually have a rule that everyone here contributes as much as they are able. Because it's basically a commune, right? But poor Kathryn hasn't been able to do a whole lot since her bottom surgery, so Penellope says she can stay inside and tweet and play video games until she heals. I'm actually not sure what the situation is between those two; they don't really seem to be that close, physically or romantically."
She took another long swig. "It's just--" Nelson stood on the deck, staring out at the flock, her free hand repeatedly clenching into a fist and unclenching, apparently unconsciously. Neither of us spoke for a long time.
After what seemed like an eternity, Nelson spoke again. "I'm just very happy to be here," she said, her eyes not wavering from the horizon. She drained the bottle and let it fall from her hand. "It's time to get back to work," she said.
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