On the wall one minute, binary gendered in the next.
I woke up this morning thinking about Humpty Dumpty. I didn’t dream about him, although I’m not entirely sure Humpty if of the male persuasion. The nursery rhyme never tells us. Mother Goose didn’t let on either. And, when we take the time, as we all do, to picture Humpty in our heads, what […]
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