Gender and Ice Cream
What a sweet, sweet dream.
Gender’s like ice cream, if you know what I mean, floating through life as if it were a dream. When a stranger asks, “What’s in front of my screen?” I roll out red carpets and set up the scene.
Vanilla is sweet, a classical taste. So in this story, it is the base. Assigned at birth, with little consent, we don’t speak of flavors like pecan or mint. I sit in…