What’s it like to have been a man until age 53, in 1995, then to change?

It’s like having been Russian-Austrian until age 35 and then moving to the U.S. and becoming a Red Sox fan, as my Ph.D. supervisor did in the 1940s. Or it’s like you at age 12 wanting to be an adult, though not really knowing what adulthood entails, and stumbling through adolescence trying to become one. In other words, it’s like the other crossings that all of us do in free societies (less often in unfree ones).

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