These are my hair-cutting scissors. They’re nothing special, and I’m not the greatest at cutting hair, but I learned a few years ago that I could just cut my hair if I wanted to. It lets me play and experiment and take control over how I show my queerness. And I love the feeling of change that it brings. My relationship to my queerness is something that isn’t consistent or stable or predictable. I don’t know if that’ll ever change, but I don’t think that’s a bad thing. I’ll probably be chopping my hair off and watching it grow back over and over again in my life as my queerness continues to grow closer and further away from me.