You are an anomaly of a man," she said."Perhaps because I'm not a man at all." He sat closer now. The sheets wrinkled as he scooted himself toward her."Aye. You gender-malcontent. You otherling," she said..."Me too. I am a boy and a girl and a witch all wrapped into one very strange, flimsy, indecisive body. Do you think my body couldn't decide what it wanted to be?""I think it doesn't matter because we get to decide what our bodies are or are not," he answered.”― Rivers Solomon, An Unkindness of Ghosts