Before I met Blue, I had no idea how much the gender expectations I’d grown up with controlled my thoughts, feelings, and choices—even down to the sound of my own voice. I had dropped from the evangelical hand that once held me, but the heartstrings that connected me to it were still there. Like a marionette, I still danced under the church’s direction. And when Blue picked at the strings, the discordant sounds they made drowned out every other song I had in me.
