“I can still be a feminist and be trans,” I say. My voice is pretty small right now, but everyone goes quiet and still, turning to listen to me. My heart’s hammering against my chest, and I feel like I’m seconds from crying, but I can’t do that—not here, not now, not in front of Marisol. “I love women. I respect women. I was proud to be a girl, before I transitioned—but I realized that just isn’t who I am. Being a guy now doesn’t mean I don’t still love and respect women.”
