I’ve always just been me and it wasn’t a question. The hard part was looking around me and seeing not everyone gave me permission to just be me. I am just being me and it turns out that’s masculine. I always embraced the term because of that and because for me masculinity feels comfortable. In an odd way, masculinity has been a mother to me. Nurturing me and making me feel at home when no one else was. The feeling I have in my clothes and from those around me who recognize my masculinity is what allows me to keep going. As I grow into my masculinity, I’m noticing that people are telling me what that is suppose to mean for me and I get that masculinity is so many things to so many people, but I will always just be me and be at home in the corner of the word I create for myself.