Twenty years ago, my parents had one of those ‘gender reveal parties’ that caused a wildfire due to firework sparks. They told me when I was very young, but to this day, I’m not sure if they think it’s a sad or a funny story.
I spent a lot of time growing up thinking about the people who died in that fire. I thought I owed them perfection. But I’ve learned to let them go.
My parents burned ten thousand acres of old-growth forest to reveal my gender, and they were wrong.
I’m still figuring out how to tell them.

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