When I was a little girl – I was a little boy

I envied the way boys could pee up walls and really felt as if I was lacking. I tried to pee standing up. Being a boy meant strength, adventure, toughness and vigour; I felt trapped and imprisoned as a girl … Growing up meant loss of freedom, although at twelve I could not articulate that. As my body began changing, I felt a sense of wonder: a deep, but unexpressed, pride and excitement about my maturing female body. Where was the little boy of not long ago?

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The boy who ‘lived in stealth’: Judge challenges emerging orthodoxy

Re-posted from 4thWaveNow: The following guest post, by 4thWaveNow contributor Artemisia, is Part 1 in a series. In this piece, Artemisia investigates a recently reported case of a 7-year-old child in the UK who was removed from the custody of his mother. The court found that the child had been essentially

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Gender Identity and how normal rules don’t seem to apply!

On my facebook feed the other night I saw a friend reporting that his two-year-old twins want to be an owl and a sheep respectively. Cue lols and hearts. I clicked on his page; they’d all just been on a half-term trip to a farm. There they were, beaming, with

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