Whoputthecatout - thanks. When I was eight, I was given my first pair of trousers, hand me downs from one of my grannies more radical friends granddaughter. I wore trousers in the winter and shorts the summer at every opportunity. I didn't like being squeezed into frocks for family occasions, I suspect because I was long and skinny and felt out of place. I did have dolls as a little girl but found playing out with the boys, or in mixed groups was so much more fun than hanging out with the girl groups. I was described as a tom boy. I have three children and have been happily married for many years. I've always had heterosexual relationships
My nephew loved dolls and was boought a pram to push his favourite soft toy in. He is now 6'5" and in very 'male' identified employment.
I have male gay friends who knew they were gay from around age 8. Many of my gay women friends didn't come out/acknowledge they are lesbians until much later in life.
One of the places I was employed had a male to female transgender woman. In the course of employment I have known many people experiencing confusion or unhappiness about their sexual orientation.
I ramble on about these issues in an attempts to appear fairly ordinary in my approach to sexuality. The idea that those of us who speak from a feminist perspective are male hating, obsessed etc is just not on. The young women in my family and friendship are 'equal' in a way my generation just wasn't. Despite this, they face difficulties in returning to work after mat leave, many of them are in similar management positions to their male friends or partners, but by their early 30's are earning about £10,000 a year less. They still seem to do the bulk of the emotional and practical care for their children, despite loving relationships with partners - it just falls to women in most cases. So, forgive me if I feel that a man with a penis who identifies as a woman, doesn't know the half of it.