I hold on to this feeling that I should stick around in the city of my daughters birth as some kind of totemic act of resilience against our struggle to be accepted in society. Until I realize with a start that my daughters experience of life will be entirely different as she was born Passing. She is ostensively safe by every standard I seek to survive under. She is not under threat. She will probably love her entire life never being recognized for and instead having to highlight to the ignorant her connections to a global ancient rave that represent a political and social struggle in todays western society. She is by all intensive purposes, Safe. In a home where I may never Be.