until I was 8 or 9 I thought I was a person, not a girl. It was a shock to
realize that the world didn't see it that way, that no matter what decisions I
made or how I chose to present myself, large segments of the population would go
right on treating me like a female: either one who was doing it right or one who
was doing it wrong.
A lot there too about the boys who resisted gender roles. I suppose the key point is - can we live without the gifts we get every time we conform? How much compromise is too much?