When I was younger, the only thing I wanted was to be male. I think this impulse began when I was about 5. I frequently cried in frustration at how differently – biased, I felt – my parents raised my brother and I. For instance, I wasn’t allowed to play with trucks and monster cars even though I … Continue reading Why was I made a woman?
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