Jack or Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of gender.
Jack came down, put on a gown
And Jill came tumbling out of him.
— from The Great Book of Woke Nursery Rhymes
I recently revisited my Jack and Jill series — a trilogy I wrote more than four years ago — with an uneasy mixture of hope and despair.
Hope, because sanity appears to be returning t…
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