Martine Rothblatt didn’t go through puberty as a girl. He didn’t suffer from menstrual cramps every month. He didn’t have to learn to use feminine hygiene products. He never wanted to die of embarrassment because he had an “accident” in high school. He didn’t learn to deal with handsy boys. He didn’t have to fend off lecherous bosses. He didn’t get pregnant and labor for endless hours to give birth to his children. And he isn’t female.