There’s nothing he can do about it. Because who he is means that no matter what, any kind of success will only set him up for being seen, being dissected. He already walks into his dream internship and feels a dozen pairs of eyes fix on him as their owners desperately try to remember, Oh yeah, this is the girl I have to pretend is a boy. Only if he does something bigger, it won’t just be the twelve people he hands coffee to. It’ll be the city. The state. The country. Everybody staring at him and picking him apart and wondering what he is.
