Mara nodded slowly. “I’ve been here since before we had a word for ‘nonbinary.’ We used to call ourselves ‘genderqueer’ or just ‘fuck it.’ The community wasn’t always neat. We fought inside and out. But the fighting was part of it.”
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“You look like you need a place to sit,” she said. Mara nodded slowly