Where do you even start with this topic? It's like trying to grasp a handful of sand, only to have the river flow right through your fingers and leave you wondering if you even had a grasp in the first place.
Imagine trying to chart the currents of human experience, with each wave a different color, different speed, and different name. And then, just when you think you've got it, the river splits into two and then splits again, and then splits again. It's like trying to drink from a faucet that's been possessed by a mischievous spirit.
Explore the Sub-Path of Intersectional Identity as a Sailboat