On being young and transgender:
“I’m in a bar on a date in the West Village. I’m twenty-two. It’s not that long ago.
“It’s my fifth, maybe sixth date with Molly. Far enough along, anyway, that I don’t even think to dress fancy, just a nice T-shirt and a skirt.
“After our second pitcher, I go to the men’s bathroom. I do this because I’m transgender and to most of the world I look like a man. Inside the bathroom, three tall white bros look up.
“‘You’re wearing a skirt, what the fuck?’ says one.
“‘Yep,’ I grunt and go to the urinal.
“‘We’re going to break your face off!’ The same guy says, once I’ve turned around.”
