The Female Man

By the third century A.C. intelligence was a controllable, heritable factor, though aptitudes and interests continued to elude the surgeons and intelligence itself could be raised only grossly

I had just changed into a man, me, Joanna. I mean a female man, of course; my body and soul were exactly the same.

So there's me also

the new gentleman assistant

finally got home with one paw, proof enough (I thought)

I've fought four duels. I've killed four times

My Stanford-Binet corrected score (in your terms) is 187, my wife's 205 and my daughter's 193

The Politics of Experience,

mother’s name was Eva, my other mother’s name Alicia; I am Janet Evason. When I was thirteen I stalked and killed a wolf, alone, on North Continent above the forty-eighth parallel, using only a rifle.

so Vittoria and I walked back separately, each frightened to death of the weeks and weeks yet to go before we'd be over it. We kept it to ourselves.

The worst thing (said Janet) is the intense familiarity, the sleepwalker's conviction of having blundered into an eruption of one's own inner life,