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"I’m looking for… people like me," Mara whispered.

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Jules stepped forward. "Patrick, the ‘L’ and ‘G’ don’t exist without the ‘T’. We threw the bricks at Stonewall. We died of AIDS in your arms. And you’re going to talk about erasure?" "I’m looking for… people like me," Mara whispered

A non-binary person named Jules opened the door. They wore a leather vest covered in patches (one read "Pronouns: They/Them") and had a septum ring that glinted under the fluorescent light. "You look lost," Jules said, not unkindly. Jules stepped forward

Mara saw names she recognized from the news. Names of Black and Latina trans women who had been found on roadside ditches. She touched a patch that read "R.I.P. Marsha P. Johnson."

She looked out at the faces—gay, bi, pan, ace, trans, non-binary, queer. All different. All struggling. All beautiful.

She was there when a gay cisgender man named Patrick, a regular at the bar upstairs, wandered down. He saw Mara applying lipstick in a compact mirror and scoffed.