so often, i am forced to reflect on my past and think about what my future self will look like. for a transgender person, this is terrifying.

thinking about myself as one of the great greek heroes that my forefathers mythologized about brings me a bit more comfort, as my heritage has had so much to do with the shaping of my identity. My body is a vessel, and the person who I am and always have been is what makes it my own. Sometimes I feel small or filled up to the brim with worry, but other times I feel like a god. my idealized vision of who i am seems almost as improbable as some of the stories that i borrowed from as context for these illustrations. but ultimately, there is comfort in finding an explanation for the world’s workings through explanations like these, so of course i could be the man in the drawing.