slightly off track, and I'm new to this issue, so apologies if it's been done before.
But this;
*“Don’t you miss being a girl and feeling free like that?” L said, sighing.
I felt a familiar pang of loss – for the girlhood with the dresses and the giggling and the running.
people who don’t know any better assume that I had a girl-presenting childhood during which I ran around feeling femme and free. Maybe I had a girlhood and a boyhood all rolled into one,*
I can't identify with that at all. I don't know if it makes me odd, or I had a particularly non gendered childhood, but when I think back to being a child, I don't think of being a girl at all. I certainly don't remember waiting around in dresses feeling "femme and free"
I do remember loving being active, revelling in the things my body could do, enjoying playing and being carefree. I really don't remember anything being girl-specific.
Dresses were something to be endured when my mother wanted to show me off.
It seems to me trans women, or this one at least, has some romanticised, stereotyped version of childhood where girls are an entirely different species to boys- tying in with the increasing gender divide in children generally.