This one requires a little explanation, I think. Growing up, having nursery rhymes read to me I remember being violently upset that little boys (i.e.. what I was told I was) were said to be made of snails and puppy dog tails. I wanted desperately to be made from sugar and spice and everything nice. It seemed fundamentally unfair that I had been cast incorrectly. Looking back it was the 1st in a series of indicators that I wasn't a boy. The moment I had the idea for this photograph I was giddy and I'm very happy with how it turned out.