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There is a moment in every transgender person’s life that the rest of the world rarely sees. It isn’t the moment of surgery, the court date for a name change, or the first time they walk into a new bathroom. It is the quiet moment—usually in the middle of the night, or staring into a foggy mirror after a shower—where they finally whisper to themselves, “I know who I am.” To the trans person reading this who is scared: I see you
There is a dangerous myth that transgender rights are somehow different from, or even at odds with, gay and lesbian rights. That is a lie. We are one family. When a trans man falls in love with another man, that is a gay relationship. When a trans woman loves a woman, that is a lesbian relationship. When a non-binary person loves a bisexual person, that is queer love in its purest form. But please, stay