“Trying to be a girl for me felt like gathering sand in my hands: there, tangible, but not something I was allowed to keep,” August Singer, who is transmasculine, writes in this week’s Modern Love essay.
“My sister knew about my gender first because I told her everything first.”
“My mother was the last to know but also the one whose opinion mattered most. I needed her to understand, and I was terrified she wouldn’t.”
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