We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
If it could somehow be measured, people's capacity for fantasizing about everything and anything would probably be represented by a bell curve, with the most inhibited and rigid on the left tail and the most free-wheeling on the right tail.
Sometimes attempting to turn fantasies into reality is a good idea, sometimes unwise or self-destructive. Mistaking fantasies for reality is rarely practical.
Humans are sexually dimorphic (re: Charles Murray). At the tails there is some blurring but not enough to negate that truism. No amount of magical thinking is going to turn a man into a woman or vice versa.