A Rose by Another Name
When I was in my early twenties, I complained to my mother about my first name. I had NO idea I was trans, that would take me another thirty years. My mother looked at me and said: “I know, you told me when you were a child, maybe six or seven.” I asked: “What did you say?” “I asked you, how you would like to be called instead,” she said. And I didn’t have an answer.