enjoy. I'm a builder. I create things, and creation is a messy process. It makes scraps, it leaves holes, it stands in defiance of perfection as testament to the process. I wanted to stop feeling ashamed of the mess that surrounds the result. It's part of it. That mess is process, and so am I.

My general alias Messi was a combination of a few things. First, it was a personal acknowledgement of the guilt I felt when my emergence made a mess of so many lives. It was also a general description of my life. Im a bit of a mess. But it was also a defense of one of the few aspects of myself I

thing I seemed to like, was as surprising as it was sudden. Early in transition I committed to paying more attention to what my needs were telling me, and it felt like this was something to pay attention to. And it stuck, it was ultimately the name I went with.

My legal name literally popped into my head devoid of context, which was in itself really surprising. I used to over analyze, apply too much detached logic, and sink too much worry and anxiety into every decision. Having a name come into my head that had no background, no story, no baggage, just a

Gunna shove this power 9 all the way in your box till you cascade