"We sat in a circle and reflected in each other's eyes. I looked around and couldn't tell who was a woman and who was a man. Their faces shone with a beauty different from that advertised on television and in magazines. It’s a beauty that you aren’t born with, but that you earn through struggle and sacrifice. I was proud to sit among them, to be one of them. [...] I felt that my life was composed in a perfect circle. Having grown up so different, discovering myself as a butch, passing as a man and then returning to the same question that had shaped my life: woman or man?"