The greatest advice no one ever told me in defining my own gender was to never define it. The most relatable stories I never heard were of those that transitioned through genders and never got stuck in their current flavor. The most inspiring tales of heroism were never of how to rise from the constant deaths and violence of old labels, old skins, old wounds, only to die and shed and be wounded again. I have come to come unstuck. I answer to none, not even myself. I am Other despite your hatred. I am you though you can not love this piece of self.











