“You’re not an imposter,” Nia said. “You’re an ancestor in training. One day, some kid with shaky hands will walk through these doors, and you’ll be the one who remembers the pool cue, the pizza, the phoenix on the wall.”
“LGBTQ culture isn’t just parades and rainbows, Mars. It’s the stitches we put in each other’s wounds. It’s a butch lesbian teaching a trans boy how to tie a tie. It’s a nonbinary kid making a zine about grief. It’s an old queen with HIV holding the hand of a baby trans girl at her first Pride.” shemalevid
He turned. His binder was too tight—he’d bought it used, and it pinched his ribs. His voice hadn’t dropped enough. His parents still sent letters to his old address, returned to sender. “I don’t fit,” he whispered. “Not out there. And sometimes… not even in here.” “You’re not an imposter,” Nia said
Mars was staring out the window at the rain. “I’m not brooding. I’m… metabolizing.” It’s the stitches we put in each other’s wounds