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After the set, Atlas slid onto the stool next to him, still glittering, slightly out of breath. “You’re the binder guy,” Atlas said, nodding at the box under Eli’s chair.

“Does it get less lonely?”

Eli looked at the room again. The trans women by the jukebox had pulled a shy young person into their circle—someone with wide eyes and a hoodie, maybe a week out of their own shell. One of the women was gently fixing the kid’s collar, murmuring something that made them smile. Across the room, two older gay men held hands over a candle. A nonbinary teen in a “Protect Trans Kids” shirt was doing homework at a corner table, earphones in, completely at ease. thumbs pic shemale porn

Eli hadn’t planned on staying for the drag show. He’d only come to The Lighthouse to drop off a box of donated binders—new, still in their plastic, a size small and two mediums that a local clinic had given him to distribute. But Marisol, the bartender with the sleeve tattoos and the knowing smile, had poured him a ginger ale and said, “Stay for one number. You look like you need to sit down.” After the set, Atlas slid onto the stool