I'm supposed to be better than this. I'm supposed to have a tenure-track job teaching music history to undergrads, writing papers about Bach, and proving to kids like me that you can work your way out of Harlem. I'm not supposed to be following a rock star around the country, fetching his mail, making sure his groupies are of age.

I'm definitely not supposed to be sleeping with said rock star, who claims to be the Greek God Dionysus. At first I thought it was a load of crap. Nik's fans might think his music captures their hearts-and souls-but I knew better. Until one of Nik's...

Gaming while female is enough to incur the wrath of the dude-bros, and they've come for me. Instead of fighting back, I've created an alternate account. Male name, male pronouns. And I've met this girl. I've always liked girls, and Laura's adorable and smart and never gives up, and she likes me back. Or rather, she likes the man I'm pretending to be. But I can't tell her I'm a woman without the mob coming after her too.

And besides: I might not be a woman, not really.

The truth is, I don't know what I am anymore. I've spent my whole life being told how I'm supposed to act and...