Ben Ace

“You think you’ve got it hard?” Sol says. “Try giving a free grammar lesson every time you tell people your pronouns and they don’t believe in singular they. Try convincing your literature professor tía that Latinx is a real word. At least people know what a fucking boy is.” They pound their fist on my dashboard. Grin. Do it again. “Fuck!”
― Z.R. Ellor, May the Best Man Win

“If my life looks solid to everyone around me, then maybe it isn’t actually falling apart under my feet.”
― Z.R. Ellor, May the Best Man Win

“I kept telling myself Sol was weak, nerdy, uncool to let their gender define them, limit them in what they can and can’t do. But both of us were just showing Cresswell the side of us we thought would help our queer asses best survive this mess. I’ve underestimated how much we’re alike when they really let go. I’ve never connected to a friend like this, aside from Lukas, because they’re the first friend I’ve ever made as myself.”
― Z.R. Ellor, May the Best Man Win

“I never asked for this to be my life!” I shout. “I don’t want to teach him, I want him to know. I want him and everyone else to know who I am right away, to never get my gender wrong—god!”
― Z.R. Ellor, May the Best Man Win