Chase. A name I gave myself the day I went to Onandoga Summer Camp; a name that I always felt comfortable with; a name I wasn't given at birth but still stuck with me.
Chaney. A name the crumbling, broken society had given me simply because I had a different shape of genitals than I was hoping for; a name that I was forced to tell people because I was scared Chase would someday leave and I could be the perfect daughter; and although a boy name, I always hated, but stuck with because I built fears and rules in my head for such a long time that I broke.
Chase is my name.
Being a boy is my game.