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ALTfather & son picnic
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“hey, bobby, ginger’s kid came out to her as non-binerary! can you believe it?”
“non-binary.”
“huh? wha? what’d i say?”
“you said ‘non-binerary.’ the word is non-binary.”
“right. non-byrony.”
“oh my god”
“ginger’s gonna march with her kid in the parade next year! she’s so excited!”
“she’ll get to make signs… chant slogans…”
“you sound kind of jealous, lin.”
“well, maybe i *am* jealous. maybe *i* wanna be a PFLAG mom.”
“pee flag!!”
“gene.”
“…kids, are any of you non-binary?”
“i respond to both ‘attaboy’ and ‘you go, girl!’”
“i’m whatever gender gets the coolest happy meal toys.”
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“She didn’t know what you called a lot of wizards. An order of wizards? A conspiracy? A circle? Whatever it was, it filled the University. Wizards strolled among the cloisters and sat on benches under the trees. Young wizards scuttled along pathways as bells rang, with their arms full of books or–in the case of senior students–with their books flapping through the air after them.”
— Terry Pratchett, Equal Rites
