I identify as being 18. I have a deep inner sense of being young. Why can’t I have a certificate stating my birth year is actually 2005 and I must be treated as an 18-year-old in all aspects of my life, including qualifying for a Young Person’s Railcard, youth apprenticeships, university halls of residence (and to not be called a “mature” student), young people’s holidays. competitions, dating nights and youth discounts etc …?
Well, I might feel like everyone sees me as 18 but the harsh reality is they’ll all see a woman in early middle age trying to LARP as a teenager. Fortunately they’ll be too scared to say anything because I’ll call them all bigots and get them cancelled from polite society.
This is chilling - reality matters and you can’t change sex any more than you can reverse your age. It is what it is. You make the best of it. Want to go out dancing and clubbing all night but you’re no spring chicken? Do it. Want to wear feminine clothing but you’re not a woman? Fill your boots. Just don’t deny reality and don’t ask me to tell lies. 2+2=4 and always will.