Our dear friends with the skirt-wearing, evening-glove bedecked, female pronoun-using son are staying over this week, before they return home to Israel, whence they came eight years ago for grad school. Though none of us in the household (counting seven of us, in our extended state) is a gender-bending boy,
Estrogen hormone, courtesy  3Dchem.com Day of womanness, part one: My plumbing, Myself. About a week ago I had a stout reminder of my biologically female selfhood, lest I think my ‘twixt genders state gets me off any essentially biological hooks: the one-two punch of (1) an external & internal ultrasound
Joan of Arc Kissing the Sword of Deliverance, by Dante Gabriel Rosetti (1863) En route to the opera the other night, I saw a car whose bumper sticker read “Question Gender.†It was doubly apropos, since at that moment the beloved and I were, in our own car, talking with