I Ian, in the presence of God,
take you Jennifer to be my wife;
to have and to hold
from this day forward,
for better for worse,
for richer for poorer,
in sickness and in health,
to love and to cherish
as long as we both shall live.
This is my solemn vow and promise.
Jennifer, with this ring I wed you;
With all that I am and all that I have
I honour you;
In the name of God. Amen.
If you are a lady who gets surgery to make you look like a dude downstairs, and then the government gives you a bit of paper that says they will pretend like you are really a dude, and not just a lady with a beard and some dangly bits stuck on, and then you decide that you want a kid and stop taking the dude-pills, so you can get pregnant…
I think that pretty conclusively proves that you aren’t really a dude. Just a lady who really wants to be a dude – and I mean, what lady doesn’t?