My pronouns are gonna change. My body is gonna change not because of my DNA but because a tick is gonna bite me and that little monster is gonna mess with my life more than a parade of homophobes could ever dream of, but love will still throw me over her shoulder and carry me up every story I’ve ever told myself so I can see what’s true, and what’s true is I can’t always tell the difference between my gifts and my tragedies.
