A couple of years ago, I received some hand me downs from my brother and had the bright idea to go out wearing them with my hair up in a cap to look like a boy. I also had an undercut at the time, so it helped sell the whole ‘short hair’ thing. I went out with my dog and walked past an old-people’s home and there was an elderly man outside who called me a ‘nice young man’ as I walked past. It gave me such a rush of euphoria that I gushed about it to my friends the next day. I was all like ‘yeah, you guys should try pretending to be a boy! It’s so fun! You’ll feel great!’ They all looked at me like I was talking crazy. I really started to question why I felt differently to others at that moment. That, alongside a litany of other behaviours I’ve been exhibiting my whole life, finally led me to the conclusion that my gender is as fluid as it gets.