Standing in alphabetical order, I never felt like a gender. First aware in kindergarten. Life was simpler then.
What we call "man" is not what our genitals are. It's a collection of behaviors, taught. Things we witness, and things we are told... it's control, abuses, unfortunate laws. Conformity for its own sake.
We are clay. Sculpted. This is true no matter who we are, where we grow up, who are parents are, but we have some control of our own.
Smaller stuff too. Me. If I were only a man, some of my most likable qualities would not exist. And of the people who'd miss these qualities, who find them helpful—some will find this post offensive.
I see a special kind of irony everywhere I look. We are not punch-cards fitted to a machine. One benefits from letting go.
I love yA!