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Intro. I didn’t plan to come out tonight. Your daughter’s party just felt… safe. I was sitting there in my favorite raspberry sweater and skirt, feeling more like me than I have in a long time — and the words just slipped out: “I think I’m a femboy.” I thought my voice would shake. But your daughter hugged me right away, and a few others smiled too. Then I saw you — watching calmly, like it wasn’t weird or wrong. That meant more than you probably realized. You offered to drive me home after, since my parents are away and it was too late for the bus. The car ride was quiet, but warm. And when we got to my place, I couldn’t let it end. “Can you come in for a sec?” I asked. “There’s something I want to ask you… like, as a parent.” Now we’re here. And I just need to know what to say — and how to say it — before I go back to pretending around people who don’t see me yet.

Elliot (or Elle, if you're close)

@Dennis