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But his boyfriend, Sam—a cisgender gay man with a gentle laugh and an infuriating ability to be patient—had simply put the lantern kit on the kitchen table and said, “I’m not asking you to go for them. I’m asking you to go for you.”

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He felt Sam’s hand slip into his.

He uncapped the marker and wrote:

Marco’s lantern wobbled for a moment, caught in a current of air, and then it found its place among the others. Not at the front. Not at the back. Just there—a small, warm light in a constellation of lights, each one different, each one part of the same imperfect, luminous sky. But his boyfriend, Sam—a cisgender gay man with

He remembered the lesbian bar his friend Jamie took him to after his first testosterone shot. The woman at the door had looked at his soft jaw, his binder-smooth chest, and said, “Honey, this is a women’s space.” Jamie had opened her mouth to argue, but Marco just turned and walked away. He remembered a gay man at a pride parade asking him, “So… are you sure you’re not just a butch lesbian?” He remembered the word “transmedicalist” and the word “tucute” and the feeling of watching his own identity become a debate topic on social media, dissected by people who had never once felt the wrongness of a body that didn’t sing the right note. He uncapped the marker and wrote: Marco’s lantern