She perches in her stress-relieving nirvana: atop a rock just off a trail in a North Seattle park, shrouded by trees.
For Pixie Lumis Serigala, that pronoun — “she” — is sacred. She has fought to be who she is, and has seen that fight play a part in her homelessness for the better part of four years. She’s 22 years old.
“I always knew that I was a girl, regardless of whatever parts I may have,” Serigala says. “I got caught a lot when I was dressing up in my sister’s clothing and playing with her Barbies and all that, and in my family, it wasn’t OK to be different.