When my parents began having kids, they decided that with a last name like Stichnoth, they better keep the first names simple. I was named John, but for most of my childhood my parents addressed me either by my brother's name or with colorful metaphors. As my mother told it, I was the easiest to deliver and hardest to raise.
Long before ultrasound and non-binary genders, my mother was convinced I would be a girl. She picked out a girl name (Susan), but upon birth my baby parts hadn't cooperated. I would not be a boy named Sue.
Instead, I'd be just a guy who developed a love for writing about things no one ever asked anybody to write about. These are the pages. Enjoy.
