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There are bad authors, and there are good authors. Or, sadly, were. Sir Terry Pratchett was a good one. I cannot find the source, but there was a story, if my memory doesn't trick me, on tumblr. Let me try to quote the gist of the story how I remember it. If you have a screenshot, or a copy, I encourage you to provide it. I was waiting in the queue for the book to be signed by him. When it was my turn he asked me, to whom he should sign the book. I told him my name, and added quietly, as my parents were nearby: "for now". He, also quietly, asked: "and what it is going to be?" I told him my chosen name of the opposite gender. He thought for a moment, and he signed a book with a scribble, which could be plausible read as both, my old name, and my chosen one. When I had read this story for the first time, still being in my crossdressing phase, and thinking about my transition as something unattainable, I've cried a little bit. And even now, many years later, when I am thinking about that story, I am touched, and suddenly I have my eyes in a wet place. And let me remind you about two gems, which are important for the whole transgender community. One is Feet of Clay, with the Sergeant Cherri Littlebotom. The other one, Monstrous Regiment, with Private Oliver Perks. He was a kind person, and a good ally of transgender folks. Thank you. @samantha@beige.party for reminding me about it. You are being missed, Terry. You won't be forgotten. You were a humble person. But you are entitled to quote Horace. You have build a monument more permanent than bronze. You deserved it, and it is our duty, to remind it, again, and again, and again. I am going to cry a little bit now. There is a hole in my heart in your shape 💔 Rest in Peace. Thank you for everything. #GnuTerryPratchett