Dancing with words

When I was born, the doctors bound me to a word: “girl.” Perhaps because this word never fit, I became obsessed with words: how to bend words, distort words, create paradoxes that erupted from the space between words — because the space between “boy” and “girl” was where I felt most at home. As I claimed my own words – words like “nonbinary,” “transgender” and “genderqueer,” which indicate … ...