Having just read an article on the breakdown of binary gender roles I looked for metaphors and chose the contrast below. Being of mature years I can't see myself as anything other than a woman and am not sure that I want to as things other than my gender are more important to me.

Being a woman has brought many pleasures but also meant paying a price that I wouldn’t wish on succeeding generations so marvel at the Bach while wondering at its self-pitying loneliness and, as you listen to the Beethoven, celebrate the Joy by all means but don’t miss noticing the fear of loss of identity accompanying that dangerous pride in the tribe - it is after all only words and music.