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May you find your hormones if you need them. May you find a binder that doesn’t hurt. May you find a bathroom where no one questions you. May you find a lover who sees your true gender before you even say it.

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You are not a debate. You are not a political footnote. You are not an "issue" to be dissected by people who have never walked a mile in your shoes.

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Do not just "accept" us. Celebrate us. Do not just tolerate our pronouns—practice them until they are muscle memory. Your comfort is not more important than our existence.

It is the ballroom —where the categories are fierce, and family is chosen. It is the dyke march , the drag brunch , the quiet coffee shop open mic . It is the code-switching of a gay elder teaching a trans kid how to shave safely. It is the lesbian separatist and the gay assimilationist arguing at a potluck, only to link arms when a bill threatens us all. May you find your hormones if you need them

We are not asking for permission to live. We are telling you: we are already here, and we are magnificent.

And when the news cycle makes you feel like a target, remember: you are descended from ancestors who defied every rule ever written about who they were allowed to love and how they were allowed to exist.