The first person to publicly call me 'he' was Michelle Tea. Huh. Some brave coming-out story this is. I thought it would be masterful. I thought the heavens would open and a halleluja chorus would sing as my true identity finally revealed itself. I thought the handsome man buried in my mirror would emerge for all the world to see.
But instead, this is what happened. Michelle went onstage and said "the next performer is Elisha Lim. He is a graphic novelist and he will be publishing his book 100 Butches this year." I stood at the bottom of the stage stairs and froze.
I can't go up there.
I can't follow that introduction.
That's not me.
I'm not that 'he'.
This is terrifying.