I didn't want to be different. I longed to be everything grownups wanted, so they would love me. I followed all their rules, tried my best to please. But there was something about me that made them knit their eyebrows and frown. No one ever offered a name for what was wrong with me. That's what made me afraid it was really bad. I only came to recognize its melody through this constant refrain: 'Is that a boy or a girl?'
Leslie FeinbergMore exists among human beings than can be answered by the simplistic question I'm hit with every day of my life: "Are you a man or a woman?
Leslie Feinberg