he.

i’m not a he. but i’m also not a she. i exist between time and space, a continuum of possibilities and personhood, changing clothes and changing names. i have so very rarely been a he, but each time i stepped into that he skin it felt like everything was too big. the shoes didn’t fit and the shirts were too large. his voice was too high and his body too she. i’m not a he. but i’m also not always a she.