Wheels do not spin, but are spun. They are forced into turning. Progress is not the natural state; we need to make it for ourselves. A year and a half of transness has shown me the immense complexities of femininity, and that almost none of it is "natural" or "inherent". Women learn these things, whether by cultural osmosis or by figuring it out themselves. Through this, the wheel is spun. I am new to the wheel of femininity; I walk alongside its circumference, approaching the rim by small degrees. Through this, I learn the movement of the wheel. The rim is where they are, you see. The rim is where "women" are. About the rim are the closest followers of the wheel. So close are they, that they contact the wheel, and by their movement to follow the wheel, they turn it.
Not all women are on the rim itself, of course. Most follow as I do, albeit perhaps more closely that I can currently manage. It's harder at the periphery of the wheel. As is the nature of all spinning wheels, points further from the center must move faster. At the periphery of the wheel is where its presence and movement is felt the most. I will get closer. The ache of keeping up at this distance will be rewarded by the honor of keeping up at a lesser distance.