“I guess your gender feels natural to you. I’m jealous,” he replies. Then he pauses. Thinks about it. “Except, actually, no. I don’t think I am. I used to be. But the more I let myself just exist, the more fun it gets. So I try not to question it or label it. I’m trying to just see everything as . . . negotiable.” “Negotiable.” “Yeah. Negotiable.”
