It’s a personal mash-up of the Agender, Intersex and Transgender symbols, and a little bit of inspiration from dog desexing tattoos. I’d been questioning since late puberty if I might be Intersex, I never grew an Adam’s apple and hardly any body hair despite family genetics. I came out as trans femme non-binary in my early 20s, but it wasn’t until the third doctor I saw for hormones that questioned if I might have an intersex condition. The first doctor I saw never questioned that my T was well below the male range because I wanted to start HRT anyway. But he also still put me on T-blockers which have some awful side-effects, including dropping my T to completely zero. Thankfully I’m off those these days and estrogen alone keeps my T where it needs to be.

The last test that she ran was for sterility, so the day I got that result was when I got my official diagnosis. I’d never really wanted kids of my own, and didn’t worry when starting HRT, but it still really shook me to learn that I’m not able too. Hence, I dropped into my local tattoo parlour with a rough sketch, because the adrenaline and pain from that helped me deal with my emotions in a more healthy way.

Anyway, hi, I’m Norah and that’s my story :)