Ah, masking: that exhausting dance we do to 'pass' - as neurotypical, as straight, as 'normal' (whatever that means). It's draining, but unmasking can feel terrifying. And for those of us who didn't discover our true selves until later in life, it can be hard to know who we are without the mask.

Delicious, beautiful, queer

The mad flip-floppery of gender and fashion, and orienting towards a future that doesn’t exist