I was moving house, and I was moving body, and I couldn’t sleep. Charged with a new name I was determined to access the diverse and confusing emotions that come with the relief from a lifelong repression. I felt free, happy, and light, but also afraid of what was to come, because outside the bubble of my small group of accepting friends and family was a world that hated people like me, and made it difficult for us to exude any power. If the world wasn’t going to give it to me, I was going to take it.