I am desperate for a world where people don’t have to live like me. In a series of hormonal unknowns. Unanswered medical questions and body changes so young I don’t have a concrete answer for my gender anymore. The only place I feel myself is in the company of lesbians, women who made themselves women and the shades and hues that surround butch identity that make me feel whole. The raw variety of our bodies, experiences and minds is like art to me. I feel at home when I feel our joy. Discovering I was a lesbian changed my life.