A letter

I know I said I'd quit writing about LGBT stuff, but this weekend, at the girl scout conference, I met the most amazing person.  I just had to write a letter to them (for lack of me knowing their correct pronouns).
     
        Dear person I met at girl scout thing,
You are amazing.  I was so impressed when we had to go around and say our names and an interesting thing about ourselves.  Usually I don't like those kinds of games, but just the fact that you were able to say that you're bigender made it so amazing for me.  To me, you became an excellent role model that instant of a queer person who can walk into a group full of 20 girls you don't know, who may or may not accept queerness, and say it in such a plain and public way.  I was even more thrilled the next day, when I finally got the guts (and a moment away from my possibly queerphobic friend), and say how cool it was that you could say something like that, while in public I'd never be able to announce my asexuality.  It turns out that you're asexual, too!!!  Eeeeee!!!!  I've never even talked irl to another queer person, much less one who is ace like me, and even though I'm cis and you're not to me it felt really special, and we talked for a moment that I sort of wished was longer about cake and how good cuddling is.  You can't possibly understand how much those 2 seconds meant to me, or how much I hope we see each other again someday, or that you're on Nano, too, or maybe you read my blog, and I'm hoping you'll read this.  I'd have told you it all myself if I'd had the chance.  Last night, when two of my roomates were laughing about the "ghetto girls" and I knew they were talking about you and your friend, who is openly lesbian, who I wish I'd talked to as well but didn't, I wanted to slap them.  I couldn't even say anything, though, and I wish I had.  You were nothing but awesome, to me and everyone, and I hope someday people can see that just because you're bigender doesn't make you a "ghetto girl", when really you don't even identify as a girl.  That makes me mad, that those two girls didn't even care to get your gender right.  When you talked about your goals you said that you wanted to make at least one person's life a little better.  Well, you've made mine better, by being such a huge inspiration, and by being so nice, and sweet, despite what some people treat you like.  And today, when your mom got here to pick you up, and you turned around and hugged me, it was quite possibly the best moment of the weekend.  I'm actually tearing up writing this and I don't cry easily.  I don't know what you were trying to say with that hug, with someone you barely met, but I can guess at it and it was really special to me, like you'd picked up on how much I needed a hug because of general queer issues, and you were in my life when I needed it the most.  This is so long, but I could go on for days.  Thank you so much.
Someone who now has a huge squish on you,
Mckenna