The other woman. No other woman. Where are the other women like me.

“Those women always seemed like a false character in a mythical fairytale, an illusion. 

No hay banda. 

These women were two-dimensional envelopes, and to me, they always seemed unreal, even as a child. 

As you will begin to learn, infant school was a living hell for me. I acclimatized to how different I was from my same-sex peers and felt dejected and lost. 

I always felt displaced and detached from my peers; like an outsider looking in on another species; from five years old I knew the girls that surrounded me, were somehow different.”

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Borderline to Babalon, 2017