Im Jack Polk. I'm fifteen, though I look older. I was glad to come to this camp, I heard different is good here. A place where it won't matter if I'm trans or bi or made up my own religion. Unlike home in Ramona, Kansas. People are about as open minded to different people as they are anything else weird. Which is to say, not at all. So this should be fun. (I know it says androgynous at the top, just pretend it doesn't. I know the differences but this person just best fit my character. )
When we're flipping through old magazines in thirty years, bemused by the dated art direction and the ridiculous clothing, some whippersnapper will doubtless point at an editorial and ask, "Who's that?" Chances are it'll be one of these ladies.