In the Istmo de Tehuantepec region in Mexico’s southern state of Oaxaca, there are three genders: female, male and muxes (Credit: Zofia Radzikowska)

It has taken me seven or so years to realise that I don’t much care for being a woman: that what I fell in love with at the first university women’s campaign meeting where I realised the word trans applied to my queerness, was being a dyke among dykes. It’s no small thing that my embarrassing Lacanian mirror moment happened just after I’d been