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“How did you know?”

“I didn’t,” she says. “I figured it out. It wasn’t like an angel descended on a beam of light and told me what my gender was. It’s an ongoing process. Little feelings, here and there, that maybe my gender was more of a question than I thought. Things weren’t right, it didn’t fit right. Eventually, I realized what it meant.”

 

- Neon Yang, “A Stick of Clay, in the Hands of God, is Infinite Potential,” published in David Steffen (ed.), The Long List Anthology Volume 7: More Stories From the Hugo Nomination List.