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"it would have been cool if I happened to have been a girl, but I was a boy so oh well"

This has been a persistent thought of mine, and it led me not to the idea that I might be a girl – although I had been mistaken as one many times – but to the rejection of gender for myself. While I've never felt that my male-presenting body matched my internal sense of gender, I suspected that a female one would be equally ill-suited. Instead I wanted to be able to swap bodies as the mood struck.

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