Know her name

I've just finished listening to "Know my name" and have to rave about it. In this book I found so many things I know to be true about a life and a window to a world I have always been afraid to fall into: the one of a victim of rape or sexual assault.

Embrace the rainbow

Protest! Pride! Parade! sticker on my t-shirt

I have no desire to be invisible anymore because I am healing now. I want this body to roar for attention. Androgyny needs to be seen and asserted, not corrected. I want to look the way I look, and pity is not an option. I am lucky to be bald. It reminds me of all the things I am and have been, and the new things I want to be, outside of that perimeter.