Just a few years ago, I didn’t know what “postmodernism” meant or even what “privilege” really meant, in the context of queer theory or feminism. In my daily life, no one around me, no one at school used these words. I was a teenager grappling with my own gender and sexual questions, but without any answers, in a small town with no one I felt comfortable asking for help. Even though I felt like my parents would likely be supportive, as they were when I finally came out as genderqueer a couple of years ago, I didn’t know where I would go from there, so I didn’t do it. If I could only tell them, I thought, it could possibly cause me to feel even more isolated, since they would be the only ones to know this “secret” about me.