Sometime, somewhere, I was a little boy,

and I would smile gaily and run about,

playing with trucks and G.I. Joe’s

and kissing girls behind tree houses

and holding hands under the desks in school.

Sometime, somewhere, I was a little girl,

and I would smile and run gaily about,

playing with dresses and barbies

and kissing boys behind tree houses,

and holding hands under the desks in school.

Those sometimes are over.

I am neither man nor woman;

androgynous.

I am nothing.