I’m the white lady on the bus with blue eyes who knows that this is going on inside and wishes it didn’t sound condescending or presumptuous to tell you that I understand. Because I don’t, but I also do.
In any event, I know I’m not alone. I know that there are legions of us who want to tell you, in that moment, we know you’re a whole and complete person, not just one identity or another.
Even these words sound hollow to me.