All of us are given a name at birth. Whether it’s Anna, Amanda, Apple or something not starting with the letter ‘A’, we learn to like or loathe it. Either way, we live with it.
But there’s a whole subculture of women out there who have taken on a second name. Like Breakface At Tiffany’s. Or Iron Maven. How about Florence Night-in-Jail or Ziggy Skullbust?
Then there’s me, Barack Oharmher.
At 20-years old I decided to enter the world of roller derby by signing up to a newly formed team on the Gold Coast. I became what they call “fresh meat”: a ...