This morning I left my house and went straight to the tube. I had a mantra in my head. I’m a cowboy .. I’m really a cowboy, but I’m trapped in female skin. When I was stacked between flesh compressed in office suits, open armpits as clocks, umbrellas above my head. They sang sexy female you sexy, sexy female. But I’m a cowboy. I’m a cowboy. And it’s just not fair..

© Sarah van Gameren