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“That there’s, like, a square of trans-girl careers, and it’s anchored by four corners, and everyone fits somewhere on the square.” “Oh yeah?” Lila said, her voice tight. “It was like, one corner is social work, another corner is sex work, another corner is, like, arts and academia, and the other corner is tech.”
She looked like a boy and she called herself a boy and she thought of herself as a boy. She had no words or world that made sense of her as a girl—so she
didn’t think of herself that way.

