Description is exactly Being a lesbian immigrant means never feeling fully safe, even in my own home. Sitting half-naked under my desk, I retreat into a space that should offer comfort but instead feels like a hiding place. Above me, a rainbow flag hangs—not just as a symbol of pride, but as a quiet reminder of the freedom I long for and the fear that keeps me small. The contrast between exposure and concealment reflects the reality of living with the constant threat of displacement. My body exists in this in-between, vulnerable yet refusing to disappear.