Nope, not a woman.
I was thinking about drag queens the other day, because I noticed that I never used to have any feelings about them one way or another. But since men have muscled in on women's spaces and sports, I've had a sense of humour failure about them. A friend is going to see Matthew Bourne's Swan Lake, in which there are, of course, no women, only men in women's clothes. I saw on Instagram some male ballet dancers in tutus, and they were beautiful dancers who actually look very elegant. It's so unfair because women aren't strong enough to dance male parts, but men could take the ballerina's jobs.
Even the bloody Sugar Plum Fairy's not safe from these marauding men who are determined to take everything female away from women and appropriate it for themselves.
Sorry, this really started me off.
Edna Everidge always left me cold.