They named me Ann.

For most of my life, the world has felt like a house where I kept being shown to the door. Its rules were never written down, and I could never learn them by heart. So, I built a world of my own; with my own days, my own ways, my own small rooms of light.

Then I found that social media is only the old house again, with brighter windows. The same people, the same ordinary habits I could never quite follow, however far I bent myself to fit. And so, I built my world here too. In this house I am allowed to be several things at once. Soft and serious. Glad and foolish. Easily moved, and unashamed of it.

No one keeps a file on me here.