I never had any sense of myself as a boy.  And because being a girl was ostensibly out of the question, not even offered to me as an option, and, in fact, erased from all possibility by every social—and outward biological—indicator, I was left with only one other option: to assume the role of the marginal. The outsider. The refugee who belongs nowhere & whom no one wants. That experience marked forever the person I am now—a person who feels they haven't any stake in or care for a society to which they never belonged. It can go to hell, for all I care, is my general attitude to everything and everyone outside my immediate circle. And that is a result of—and likely revenge against—the abuse and alienation and exclusion I suffered for most of my life from childhood to my transition. 

Until people like me are allowed to move towards the pole we feel the most affinity towards whether male or female we’ll always be outsiders in a strictly binary society. The other option is to create a third category into which we might fit. A third-sex. Not a third-sex stigmatized & sexualized  & tolerated with a snickering snide eroticized innuendo. But a genuine 3rd sex granted the full rights & respect of the other two. Yet society—our society—insists on a binary, strictly 2-sex system. And one can’t help but wonder why. If it’s not a matter of control. Of making it easier to count & categorize & corral us. It’s time to shake the concrete straitjacket of this two-sex binary fascism at its foundations. From beneath its foundation: where we’ve been buried so long.