”Gays have a sex drive; I don’t even have that,” complains the heterosexual Baker in this bizarre account of how he spent most of his adult life ”trapped in a gender netherworld.” Disturbed at his own sexual unresponsiveness and his ”impotent slag of penile tissue,” Baker sought psychiatric help. But he realized the problem might be physiological when his nipples started secreting milk. As it turns out, the culprit was a brain tumor that triggered massive amounts of prolactin, a female hormone. Baker spends most of Man Made describing his years of desperate soul-searching, and complaining about our sex-obsessed culture; consequently, the happy ending to his story — at age 28, he had successful brain surgery and has since enjoyed a newfound physical masculinity — feels rushed.
Man Made: A Memoir of My Body