Who we are is the basis of what we say. I believe that every time I speak, it is my complete and total identity leaving my mouth in the form of words. The complex compendium of bespoke desires and bespoke fears, the soil of my personhood, my root beliefs, the naked seeds of vulnerability, some of them split open and sprouting new weeds with new adaptations, thorns, thresholds, and thirsts, all of it, every bit of who I am—it all gets packed together by some atomic force into a subatomic speck, which rides the waves of my double-you-oh-are-dee’s. I am spewing myself at you.