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She pointed to a dusty photo behind the bar: a group of people in leather jackets and floral dresses, standing around a single pot of soup. “That’s Chella. She was a trans woman from Harlem. She fixed everyone’s brakes. That’s Vincent, a gay man who taught ballroom in his living room. And that grumpy one? That’s Frankie, a butch lesbian who ran the underground hotline for kids who got thrown out.” Mara chuckled, a dry, warm sound

“Is this… is this where the meeting is?” he stammered. “I’m forty-three. I have two kids. I think I’m a woman.” Some gay bars wouldn’t let Chella in because