I am a scot I was born with blue in my blood, a strong pride in my heart and an undying love in my soul for my people.
When my anger is inflamed through politics and patriotism my accent slips into a warriors roar echoing from deep with in my chest from the history of my ancestors,
A roar that has echoed through time, through wars and battles, through lives and deaths, through rebirths and lifetimes of negotiations with our neighbouring siblings.
It is a roar I save for only my most passionate of fights.
I am a Scotsman, my families tartan is intricately woven into my skin, my clans crest branded deep into my celtic bones,
The words Alba gu brath are never far from my Gaelic lips, our bloody history never far from my mind.
We are painted with the war paint of our past brethren, blue swirls across our bodies as it does our timeline.
We are the flowers of Scotland, the thistles and heathers that make up our gardens and hillsides.
Rugged, strong, everlasting and unmoving through time.
We are a Nation: Proud, welcoming, strong.
A loving nation of welcoming souls stood with open arms.
We are a nation of whiskey and tourism, Industry and art,
A nation held strong by our history woven together by migrants who only make us stronger.
I am a fifer born from Glaswegian blood, I am a daughter, a grandaughter, a sister, a niece and a friend.
I an a celtic fan, a queer agender child of the nineties to naughties,
I am a writer, a poet, a drag king...
I am both a lover and a fighter.
I am all of these things and more…
I am a Scotsman.
Lucky am I to be who I am in a country so great and loving. Lucky am I to call Scotland my home because in Scotland you know...
You Will never walk alone.