I was recently a grooms(wo)man in my (male) best friend's wedding. During the planning for said wedding, I received two very different kinds of pre-nuptial emails.
From the bride: "Hi Bridesmaids (and Liz!) -- Here is the dress for everyone. Liz, yours will be the black version of this."
From the groom: "Guys (and Liz). Here are the tuxes. Except for Liz's. She's in a dress or something. Let's make her stand directly next to [redacted], because remember, they used to bang."
On the big day, as I stood out amongst a sea of gold dresses and tuxes, it hit me that this whole experience was the perfect metaphor for my life. I am the black version of the dress. I'm a girl who has always been one of the guys, but also very much a girl; not really blending perfectly into either side. There are a bunch of perks, and plenty of detriments, to this life. Here's the brutal truth.