“Different though the sexes are, they inter-mix. In every human being a vacillation from one sex to the other takes place, and often it is only the clothes that keep the male or female likeness, while underneath the sex is the very opposite of what it is above,” said Virginia Woolf.
A handsome human lays across from me and asks how I identify. I look at the calendar to see what day it is. Because yesterday’s answer may be different than today. We talk about clothes and hair and all the things that get in the way of these self-applied labels. And a few days earlier, I share words with another who prefers to identify as present. These words, she said, are only meant to stifle and confine. So together we rip off the layers of words stuck to my skin. I am left feeling raw and red and inspired.