I buried it years ago. Hid it in documents, burned them to make sure. That name was dead to me. I haven’t used it in so long I almost forgot it. Almost… until I heard it again.

He said it online, I didn’t see it coming. But one comment to my tweet and it was too late, my deadname went viral. Suddenly every hater was using it. It dragged the corpse back to the surface. It’s rotten hands trying to grab for me.

I don’t know how he found it, but he must have dug pretty deep. Probably too the locked crypts of Facebook I abandoned years ago. My Mother may have let slip in a recent post, I don’t know.

What I do know is this, he’s not the only one who can do some digging. I just found his address, and I’m on my way to his house with my shovel.

If you know my deadname, no you don’t. And I’m going to keep it that way.