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Marisol had heard about it for three years. She’d seen the grainy photos on closed forums: a blur of smiling faces, sequined dresses, and the soft orange glow of paper lanterns floating over the water. But she had never gone. Before, she’d told herself she wasn’t “queer enough.” Then, after she came out as transgender, she told herself she wasn’t “safe enough.” Tonight, at thirty-four, with two years of hormones and a name that finally felt like her own, she had run out of excuses.

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Marisol swallowed. “Is it that obvious?” Marisol had heard about it for three years

Marisol laughed despite herself. She took the lantern and followed Alex down to the boathouse dock, where a long table was covered in tissue paper, wire, and tea lights. As she carefully folded the paper and fixed the wire frame, Alex talked—about the festival’s history (started by a trans woman in the 90s after she was excluded from a gay bar), about the unwritten rules (no cops, no chasers, no questions about anyone’s “real” name), about the way the lanterns carried wishes out onto the lake. Before, she’d told herself she wasn’t “queer enough