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“I’m just trying to figure out where the ‘T’ fits into this month’s exhibit,” Leo admitted, gesturing to a spread of 1970s protest flyers. “Sometimes it feels like we’re always added as an afterthought in the history books.” She used to say that if you don't

“Welcome to the Archive,” Leo said, his voice steady. “Everything in here belongs to you.”

Cass leaned over, her heavy rings clacking on the glass. “Honey, we weren’t an afterthought. We were the front line. When they came for the bars, it wasn’t just the boys in leather or the girls in flannel. It was the street queens, the trans women of color, and the ‘he-she’s’ who had nothing left to lose. We didn’t have the words ‘transgender’ or ‘non-binary’ like you do now—we just had our lives and our sisters.”