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do you ever stop for a second and think how completely arbitrary it was that you became a woman, or a man? A large part of who we think we are is tied to our sex and yet it could have just as easily been other. It’s fascinating to me so many people believe in the soul (I don’t) and yet are so deeply enmeshed in their sexuality. This seems paradoxical to me. Either you at heart are a soul, without a sex, or you are a human with a sex and never could have been anything other. have you ever wondered what you might be without this constraint?