4. Run Away. Come back. Run away again. See yourself each and every time you pass by this place. Each time different. Each time wrong. Each time differently wrong. Examine from that distance the curve of your spine, the weight of your flesh, the shape of your exoskeleton, the length of your hair. Spit in the face of God. Spit in the face of man. Spit in the face of everything that labels you her, her, her, inside and out. I mean, you’d know, wouldn’t you? If it were that. At the very least, you’d know by now, but you should have known out the womb like every other man. Every Other Man fit the mould. If it were you, the least you could do would be to become the pinnacle of androgyny. Not staying as you are, your voice a rat’s squeak, you faerie fanatic, you freak. So, deny it. Keep running. Run and run ‘til you trip and bleed on the rough concrete. Sob and sob until you’re shaking, lightheaded, until you’re breaking, or fainting. You will try and try, every part of you screaming ‘Don’t stop’.

from A Beginner’s Guide to Building Your Own Chrysalis by Alex Cregan