did you know? i was once a boy scout, in that childhood i never talk about where everyone insisted i was a boy and i didn’t have the vocabulary or self-knowledge to correct them. twenty years later, as a woman, how do i fit a childhood of incorrectly-gendered experiences into the narrative of my life? for the most part, i don’t. i think of my story as starting in my teens, when i started clumsily and painfully piecing my gender identity together. i’ve gotten good at dodging certain questions. my friend kim (author of drowning) is braver, or maybe more self-aware, than i am. she chose not to dodge the question.