I wish to be my curiosity without gender or sexuality, a spirit freed. Would it lend me less identity? Must I be tied to femininity with fear of the watchful eye? I desire audacity in both solitude and company, never suppressed by timidity, a most crippled state of mind.
Once again I ask my reflection, Can I not be soul without ego, mind
without body? Let me ponder as essence only. I am no one, no one.