This prompted a genuine freakout; my mother was petrified that I was 'gay'. Which, like, seems like a odd diagnosis, looking back.

Scared the shit out of me, though, and scared me off RP for a good four to five years.

But you can't keep a good gender-troubled kid down. I was back at it by mid high-school, and my thesis is at least half about the importance of inhabiting other, novel subjectivities.

And my mother in the meantime decided she'd actually rather I be gay, a hope she ended up rather disappointed by.

A shame, too. I'd make a fantastic decadent queer intellectual. And I'd have the option to branch more into queer theory.

As it is I's feel a bit appropriative trying to horn into that field in a major way.