“My mom used my deadname,” Marisol whispered, not looking up. “At dinner. In front of my abuela. Like I hadn’t told her a hundred times. Like the last two years were a dream she could wake up from.”
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Transgender and non-binary identities have existed across many cultures for centuries: Hijra (India): “My mom used my deadname,” Marisol whispered, not
The door to The Lantern was unmarked, heavy oak. When it opened, a woman with silver-streaked hair and a nametag that read Mama Rey looked him over. She didn’t ask Are you a boy or a girl? or What’s your real name? She just said, “You look like you need a sofa and a cup of something sweet.” Like I hadn’t told her a hundred times