selected soundbites

The only reason my name matters is that if people call me Rory I can at least pretend that they don’t see me as a woman.

I have been made to feel in all but unnoticeable ways that I am wrong about myself, even as people tell me to my face that they support me.

[If I were to pursue medical transition] either people would continue to see me as a woman or they would see me as a man. There is no way for me to win.

I don’t ever get to be in cis-dominated spaces where I can feel comfortable letting go.