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Mara poured herself a cup of lukewarm tea and watched. This was the dance. The old guard and the new wave, colliding over pronouns, over history, over who got to speak and who had to listen. She’d seen it before, in different forms, with different words. In the 70s, the drag queens had fought with the lesbian separatists. In the 90s, the bisexuals were told to pick a side. Now, the battlefield had shifted to the hyphen between “L,” “G,” “B,” and “T.”

“Then Michael got sick. It started with a cough that wouldn’t quit. Then the purple lesions. Kaposi’s sarcoma. Danny held his hand in a hospital room where the nurses wore two pairs of gloves and left trays outside the door. Michael died on a Tuesday. The same Tuesday that a landlord evicted Danny for ‘health risks.’ god shemale

She pulled up a chair to the center of the room. Leo and Arthur, still bristling, sat down. A few others drifted over—a trans man named Chris who was learning to bind safely, a young lesbian couple sharing a plate of fries, a genderqueer teenager hiding behind a comic book. Mara poured herself a cup of lukewarm tea and watched

Mara looked at Leo. Then at Arthur.

Tonight, that family was squabbling.

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