A fantastic, challenging short story, with its finger on the pulse of homonationalism, pinkwashing, and the co-optation of queerness by oppressive institutions, and an extremely clever look at gender and dysphoria. It unfortunately can't be separated from its context, and it's difficult to read this and not feel a terrible ache for Isabel Fall and the pile-on she went through because people refuse to be challenged or sincerely engage with what they're reading (or seeing, or hearing). It's sad and shameful to think that the worst parts of the internet have probably robbed us from ever getting more of her writing; it's sadder, still, to think that she has returned to the closet because of it.