When I notice my thinning hair, I'm sort of startled. I imagine that a different "hairdryer technique" might erase the problem. I look at photos from my thirties--and there seems to be a watershed moment, a moment when I switch from "normal" hair to middle-aged hair. I didn't sign on for this. Lucy Sante grew up as "Luc." She suspected that she was really female. She felt uncomfortable during sex; she was dismayed when, in her thirties, her waist thickened from a size 29 to a 34 ("sometimes 36"). Once, she moved into an apartment where a red floral blouse had been discarded. She wore it a bit, in secret, and it became the main topic of her fantasies (possibly for years and years). During COVID, in her sixties, Lucy began experimenting with FaceApp. She could program the app to show her an image of her face with any "gender wish" she had an interest in. This was an earthshaking moment; she thought, I'm not Luc. I'm Luc...