bodies For some, transgender are one Matrix glitch too far

Last autumn, I turned Edinburgh Fringe inside out, made history at the London Palladium, and laid myself bare on the now Bafta-winning Friday Night Live

- JORDAN GRAY

My life was thrown into a careful-what-youwish-for kind of chaos. But things have gotten even weirder.

As of Pride Month 2023, The Independent has honoured me with the #3 ranking on their Pride List of LGBT+ game-changers. All the while, amidst continued calls for my arrest, faceless Twitter accounts publicly scrutinise my press pictures for the outline of a poorly concealed penis. Suffice to say, this job is full of contradictions.

One week I’m handing out “novelty boob stress balls” to Britain’s leading medical minds on Radio 4’s Best Medicine. The next I’m shooting the breeze on Australian breakfast TV while Nazis protest my existence on the parliament steps. The next I’m in the back of a self-driving Mercedes E-Class next to an honest-to-God robot (a gift from Rhod Gilbert).

It’s a struggle to have your head in the clouds and your feet on the ground... particularly when my size 11 feet are being squashed into size nine heels on the Bafta red carpet – nodding knowingly to Stephen Merchant as we both tower an entire foot above the glitterati parapet.

On 17 February, I was whisked across London on the back of a motorbike to close the