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Kai finally looked up, her dark eyes soft. “I’ve been on estrogen for eight years. I pass. I go to the grocery store, and no one looks twice. But you know where I feel most like myself? Not at a pride parade. It’s right here. At a rickety table, eating burnt lasagna with a grumpy old punk and a gay man who still has his 1980s protest jacket.”

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“You think Stonewall was a party?” Mars asked, not unkindly. “It was a riot. And that riot was led by trans women—Black and Brown trans women. The culture you’re looking for, Leo, it was forged in fire. The joy is the act of survival.” Kai finally looked up, her dark eyes soft

“Why?” Leo whispered.

For the first time all night, Leo smiled. It wasn’t the loud, proud smile of a poster. It was the quiet, warm smile of someone who had just found his seat at the table. I go to the grocery store, and no one looks twice

“Only if Leo does the commentary,” Kai said, sliding a plate toward him.

“Leo! Stop brooding and grab a plate,” called Mars, a non-binary elder with a shock of silver-blue hair and the commanding presence of a ship captain. They had been coming to The Haven since the Reagan administration, when the center was just a leaky basement with a single lightbulb.