Fluid, migratory — we transgress. We sluice about in our identities and our desires. We might describe ourselves in terms of race, gender, politics, religion… Or, then again, we might not. We can just be. We, ineluctably, exude self. We resist stereotypes, archetypes and tired typecast notions. We awaken to ourselves every serendipitous moment. Surprised …
LEE WILLIAMS 