I like being able to choose. I like being able to put my gender on with my clothes in the morning, take it off at night, change it during the day, shift my voice and hands between the mechanic and the art supply store and have my public face just the way I want it. There is an ineffable comfort in having a body that is as much a shapeshifter as my brain is, a gender that leaves me so many options for education and helping and flirting — my favorite things. And though I am sheepish about wanting something so self-serving, I also want to play. I want to have my way with gender before it has its way with me, lead it around by the shorthairs, tease it, and then do — and have — exactly what I want anyway, each and every time.