Editor’s note: This blog is part of a series of first person essays about identity written by UTEP Liberal Arts Honors students during the spring 2013 semester. EL PASO – “You’re not taking that job,” my father said to me before slamming the door in my face. It was a Friday night and I was on my way to an interview at an adult video store on the east side of El Paso. I had just turned 18, was transitioning into womanhood, and delighted at the prospect of working at a business so unorthodox for a young woman my age. Despite my father’s threat, I took the job and ended up working there for two years.