Maybe I should start at the very beginning. (Reliable sources–musicals, natch–suggest it’s a very good place to start.)From the word “go,” I have been obviously queer and trans, a strident tomboy who stared too long at beautiful women and played too rough with cute boys. Constant insistence that I conform, be a little lady, and mind my manners ensured that I’ve become a polite and charming adult–or so I’m told–but it did nothing to change the way I was wired. Even tamed tigers are still tig...