
I’ve grown used to random compliments from strangers. It’s normal now. I have to think back years to what it was like without that. And they’re not just compliments, but also expressions of solidarity, revelations of the existence of people who agree and aren’t afraid to say so — or maybe that I’ve just helped them to become unafraid to say so. These compliments, which can initiate discussions and deeper engagement, have nothing more to do with me than the shirt I’m wearing. And





