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The next morning, Leo stood at the front of the march. He held a sign that simply said, I am my own ancestor. He looked back and saw Elena, wearing a sash of the trans flag colors, waving a hand at him.

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"You’re brooding, Leo," Elena said, her voice a comforting gravel. "The youth always brood when the music is this good." The next morning, Leo stood at the front of the march

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"I’m just thinking about the rally tomorrow," Leo admitted, tracing the condensation on his glass. "Some of the guys online... they’re arguing about who belongs. Who’s 'queer enough.' It feels like we’re splintering."

She leaned in, her gaze softening. "LGBTQ culture isn't a monolith, Leo. It’s a quilt. It’s supposed to have different textures. Some parts are silk, some are denim. The transgender community? We’re often the stitching. We’re the ones who remind everyone that gender isn't a cage—it’s a canvas."