In our Understanding the Self class
My teacher asked what had shaped us to become our present self.
I think about God because He’s the author of life,
Then I think about myself, my free will,
And my classmates who called me Chrissy Sissy.
I think about Daniel and the tiny mole above his lips,
Then the romantic films I watched alone,
And the underwear brochures I skimmed through alone,
My ballet teacher in his 30s who still looked good in his tights,
Read More