And you thought you knew me… Have you ever looked deeply into my eyes? Have you placed your open palm upon my heart? Have you not wondered at my quiet intensity, my intelligent sensitivity? It has been there all along, a lifetime of internalisation. This is not a confession. I am guilty of nothing. Though I like tight places, I have never been in the closet. I venture here, not out, but beyond. Having disembroiled myself from the ravelled, choking maze of caution, this is I, daring enough no other to be.