The moment of conception.
It’s just me, ½ + ½ = 1 whole person.
Y’s and X’s in their very own, special alignment which makes up who, and what, I am.
Some accept it, some don’t.
Since I don’t have any choice in the matter, I accept it and just go along with it.
But I’ve learned one thing: you got to “pass” to make it work.
Just sitting at home looking into the mirror doesn’t cut it, at least that’s the way I feel about it.
