What can YOU say in six sentences?
If I'd been a girl, my inclination to display physical affection (to need physical affection more than others seemed to need it, perhaps as a result of being given up by my natural parents for adoption during the first hours of my life, some essential deprivation that lingers in my outstretched arms) might've been received much differently.
I'd have learned to fight dirty, kneeing and yanking and gouging for the least advantage.
I damn sure would've known better than to fall for the bullshit being laid down by louts like the male me.
I would write stories mostly about males--alpha, beta, omega--in an attempt to understand, to empathize, to imagine what it would be like to be a boy believing in sinew and efficiency, averse to silence in any manifestation, roaring just to hear myself roar.
My hands would be every bit as adept as my eyes, caresses every bit as manipulative as tears, and one single rejection is all it would take for me to lock my heart inside a flawless carapace.
I would make of myself a mystery to myself, an edifice to baffle any wannabe sleuths, I would smile when you lost your temper and I would only ever tell the truth.