 I started by practicing in the mirror, mulling words I could barely entrust my reflection, rehearsing conversations, imagining reactions. The pull toward wholeness for me was backbreaking, but I know, I know freedom tastes best in a crowded room where everyone is generously welcomed where food and music and love are piled high. I owe my liberation to so many, to poets, storytellers, preachers, friends and activists for words that long haunted me do know more.