Who am I?

Nobody in particular. Just your average woman like every other average woman out there. If you saw me at my day job, you’d see I have long hair, wear make up, smile when I’m supposed to. I say all the appropriate things. I accessorise. I wear womanly shoes, bracelets, chiffon. There is nothing about my physicality that suggests I am anything but heteronormal. If you – an acquaintance, a colleague, a relative, a male friend, an old friend from school – ask me why I’m not married yet, I might just tell you it’s because I haven’t found the right guy. If you’re lucky enough to be a perfect stranger, I might even tell you that I am already married and have been for a good few years now. Because that is just the type of person I truly am.