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A young trans woman, Maya, spoke next. Her voice shook. “I was so scared to come to the women’s group. I thought they’d test me, ask about my body, ask if I’d had ‘the surgery.’ But then a cis woman pulled me aside and said, ‘I don’t understand everything about being trans. But I understand being scared. Sit next to me.’ And that was it. That was the whole thing.”

Leo felt his throat tighten.

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“Yeah,” he said. “I think I just walked through another threshold.”

Trish nodded. “Go on.”

He couldn’t just sit here forever.

The room was quiet. Then Maya started clapping, softly. River joined. Even the gay man in the leather vest, who’d been scrolling on his phone, looked up and nodded. A young trans woman, Maya, spoke next

Leo knew the history. He’d read the Stonewall accounts, knew about Marsha P. Johnson and Sylvia Rivera, the trans women of color who threw the first bricks. He knew that the “L,” “G,” and “B” owed a debt they rarely acknowledged. But knowing history didn’t stop the sting of being told, gently or not, that his presence was complicated.

Inside, the air smelled of coffee and damp coats. A dozen people sat in a lopsided circle: a nonbinary teenager with a septum ring, a gay man in a worn leather vest, a trans woman adjusting her glasses, a butch lesbian whose work boots looked like they’d walked through wars. The tension Leo remembered was still there—that fragile peace of people who have been hurt by the world and, sometimes, by each other. I thought they’d test me, ask about my