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"Don't let their deaths be for nothing," Delores said. "Your life is the protest." She was there when a gay cisgender man

"I used to think being trans was about becoming someone new," she said into the mic. "But it’s not. It’s about finally remembering who you were before the world told you to forget." All different

Delores took Mara’s hand. Her own hands were large, the knuckles thick from decades of factory work. "The secret is that there is no handshake. Being trans isn't a performance for the cisgender audience. It’s not about passing. It’s about seeing . Do you see yourself when you close your eyes?"

"First time?" Delores asked.