Poor little kids.
First time I saw a drag queen, I was in my 20s, and some friends insisted we all go to a nightclub in Chicago where all the waitresses, bartenders, entertainers were dressed in drag. Oh, so very convivial. I sat there about ten minutes and started to cry. No matter how much these drag queens pretended, they would NEVER know what it was like to be a woman.
So if I was in shock and distress at 25, I can only imagine the strangeness and distortions of reality rearranging brain cells and emotions in tiny kids’ heads. Natural Law is inborn. We intrinsically know what’s OK and what isn’t.