I will not give the time nor the place, save that it was somewhere on Planet Earth, and within the last decade. He (yes, ‘he.’ ‘He’ was not in the least bit confused about this nor was I) sat down with an exasperated sign, and for a minute, said not a word. Then, “All this talk about gender – what do think about all this, Sir?”
I remained silent for the space of one or two heartbeats. It was a pause. Not a hesitation. “I think there are three genders,” I responded. “Male, female, and mental illness.” Continue reading


