I don’t know what your experience was in high school, but when I look back on mine I vividly remember my emotional state fluidly moving between total acceptance and terror to step foot inside the building. I did ok for myself, but I certainly wasn’t Homecoming Queen (which could have something to do with the fact that I only attending one of four homecomings during my stint). High school is a mixed bag like that. I remember high school being a place where you couldn’t count on your peers to embrace you all the time, especially not if you were operating outside of traditionally defined gender binaries.

So I’d be lying if I said it didn’t restore my hope for teenaged ...