The Death of Adam

For the purposes of this blog, my name is currently Adam. That's not my real name, but it works well enough. Adam was the first man, according to the religions I was taught to follow; the ones that told me a man becoming a woman was vile. I don't believe in those faiths anymore, but their weight still presses down on me and the way I see myself. Even after I'd stepped out from under their umbrella, I kept torturing myself for not being the way they said I should be. Adam is going to die. I've been trying to kill him for a long time and it took me until I was thirty to understand why. From time to time he would leave for a while and I would take on a new identity, often with a new name or handle. In recent years this went into overdrive and I found myself bounding from identity to identity, trying to cope with what was inside without expressing it. In order to explain this, I have to explain Adam. This is a long story, so please don't feel pressured to r...