As I entered India, it was as if the dividing line of binary gender was shifted with the different culture. I hadn’t changed — bar my hair being slightly less buoyant in the humid climate. My gender identity hadn’t changed. Yet somehow, the way I was seen and the way I was treated — from the groping in security lines to unwanted approaches on the street — changed completely. The absurdity and arbitrariness of sexism and social gender were both plain to see.