Sometimes I think what has happened to my life - in the best possible way. But there’s always that one thought that has to be kept at bay, a dangerous thought to entertain - what if I had just been born in the right body. The body that matched my own personal reflection. Dangerous, because once one travels down the road of what-ifs and shoulds and could-have-beens, then one sets oneself up for unhappiness. Accepting, sometimes radically, where one is at in life is the most potent antidote for traveling down those roads. Accepting what is, instead of what could have been.

Years ago now (feels weird to say this) but years ago in therapy, right before I began the process for The Duchess short film, I remember commenting to my therapist that I could afford either The Duchess or bottom surgery. He asked why and … basically I only had enough credit for one. And then he asked why I couldn't do both at the same time and - look. Trans people don’t make a lot of money. Black indie filmmakers don’t make a lot of money. Black trans queer people don’t make a lot of money. Black trans queer filmmakers don’t make a lot of money.