As I got older, I began to hide my humping. Not that I was ashamed of what I had been doing, but I understood that my mother was trying hard to steer me away from this activity. I was proud to be sexual at school, but at home, I had to hide my identity.

Can I call you Lena? We are part of the same brigade, after all. Champions of similar causes, you may say. What cause, you ask? An obsessed-over lack of supposed femininity, a deep-rooted belief in fairytales, and, of course, a commendable respect for the written word.