Chaotic Good

by Whitney Gardner

“Oh, hello, fellow teen-person. Would you like to perhaps do this thing called ‘hanging out’? Like that?” “No. Not like that.”

There’s no way he can’t tell. It should be obvious, shouldn’t it?

It really should. I mean this level of unquestioned passing is the trans-dream. (Okay it is not, the dream is to just be allowed to be, passing or not).