Caroline Menzies – Georgian Bay
He straightened his shoulders, took a deep breath of the night air, and started walking home—not toward a destination, but toward himself.
"In some ways," she said, watching Jax take a bow. "They have words for things we only had feelings for. But the heart of it is the same. We’re all just trying to find the people who don’t require us to explain our own existence."
Leo stood at the back of the room, tugging at the hem of his button-down. It was his first night back since he’d started his medical transition, and his first time walking into a space that had known him before he knew himself. "Leo? Is that you, darling?"
That night, the stage belonged to the "New Guard." A non-binary performer named Jax took the mic, blending spoken word poetry with house music. They spoke about the fluidity of the ocean, the way gender was less of a destination and more of a horizon.
