I feel cheated a lot.
I feel cheated when I think about the fact that, in all likelihood, this body, as it is now, is mine until I die. I feel cheated when I think about the fact that the only therapist I've ever heard of who helps people like me is across a whole ocean. I feel cheated when I see all the transsexuals getting on with what they need and know that, in all likelihood, that will never happen for me.
I feel cheated when I hear people say "Well, that's not feminine... you must be very masculine, then" and completely ignore the idiocy of applying a binary to an organic species.
I feel cheated when my mother said "Your sister will go to your cousin if anything ever happens to Daddy and I" and made an excuse that it was so I could pursue the career that I want, when instead I know it's because mum doesn't think that someone as "freaky" as me could be a good parent.
I feel cheated every day.
But some days, I wake up and look over across my bed and my fiancée is lying there, asleep, and I know, without a doubt, that these things that make me feel so cheated helped to shape the person I am today. Without these things that cheated me, would I have her or Err? Who would I be?
So perhaps being cheated, even in spite of the pain it causes me, actually has a silver lining? Because I love Sophie and Err so very much.