I have a man’s body. I accept this body. I offer it to everyone.
I have a woman’s body. I accept this body. I offer it to everyone.
I have a man’s body. I reject this body. I desire no one.
I have a woman’s body. I reject this body. I desire no one.
I have a man’s body. It should be a woman’s. I desire men.
I have a woman’s body. It should be a man’s. I desire women.
I have a man’s body. It should be a woman’s. I desire women.
I have a woman’s body. It should be a man’s. I desire men.
I have a man’s body. I dress like a woman. I desire women.
I have a woman’s body. I dress like a man. I desire men.
I have a man’s body. I dress like a man. I desire both men and women.
I have a woman’s body. I dress like a woman. I desire both women and men.
I have a man’s body. I dress like a man. I desire men.
I have a woman’s body. I dress like a woman. I desire women.
I have a man’s body. I dress like a man. I desire women.
I have a woman’s body. I dress like a woman. I desire men.
I am firm and I am flexible.
I am aware and I am not.

The struggle to establish my choice runs across centuries. Stories told and stories retold, from the ancient to the modern, from folklore to professional sports, from mythology to the multiverse. Your stories, my stories, our stories are begging us to be told and retold. We bring to you such stories of a warrior whose fight cuts across time and space and everything in between. We bring to you Shikhandi.