I can never step out of my skin as a woman of color. I could pretend to have money, but I quit that phase after Sophomore year. What has been bothering me lately is the idea that one of my identities is not clearly marked.
I can step in and out of being gay. I can "pass". And furthermore, most people assume that I'm straight. I'm not really okay with that.
So I pierced my lip. I told a friend that I wanted to look more "queer". I don't know if this metal in my skin makes that much of a difference to the outside world, but to me, it's a stop sign.
It's a well-known and perpetually lived fact that as people, we evaluate one another based on physical characteristics. We then place people into boxes according to what we see. This is my small and personal way of checking my own box.