Stop me if you've heard this one before: two university transmascs walk into a coffee shop to discuss grief and writing over (somewhat) overpriced drinks. Raven Reighard (they/he)'s order of choice was a caramel macchiato, one espresso shot, please, because they don’t actually like coffee. Their drink came out white and gold, a blend so perfect in its clear plastic shell that it was impossible to tell where the drink started and where the whipped cream ended. Raven’s alt-mee
