I drive a little blue truck because my mom drives a little white truck. She’s tough, wears men’s clothes, and raises chickens. As a Transwoman, I was never going to learn how to do makeup from my mom, but I didn't need to. I was assigned male at birth, raised by a tomboy, and came out the other side as a butch lesbian.

It’s okay if that’s confusing. I lived a long time trying to make myself simple for people, but I'm finally learning the beauty of being contradictory. I want other people to see that too.

I'm so lucky to be in a time where queer writers are finally getting to say their piece. However, they might not be met with people who appreciate our contradictions as much as we do. Even in a writers room.

As a TV writer, I want to be in the corner with my pen and my pad, smiling in a way that says, “you’re not alone.” Writers, on top of all their other responsibilities, shouldn’t have to be the sole point of contact for their room’s understanding of queerness.

I want to help them tell their stories as I tell mine.