You are not your labels. Fact. You call yourself names. Many of them. You listen to what others name you as if they know you better than you do. Most of them don’t know their own name and feel better by misnaming you too. Think of them as drunks. You wouldn’t let a drunk get in your head, now would you?
Your identity is complex. Your names matter. Write. Live. Rinse. Repeat.
Gu, Dosch, and Dorothy? And, please. Others?