“Ah, this girl,” he says, perplexed. “One minute you’re soft, the next you’re strong. Sometimes you act like a boy, then like a girl. Which one are you?” I smile. “What does ‘like a boy’ or ‘like a girl’ even mean? I’m just me, human.” He laughs. “You know what I mean, boys are tough, girls are soft.” “Oh really?” I reply. “So boys can’t be soft, and girls can’t be strong?” “Eh, something like that.” “Wow. But I’m both,” I say, “and many others are too. Where do you put us?” He shrugs. “my wi...
