My life:
The youngest. The only girl. Three older brothers. Two or three neighbor boys. My mother spent the first few years of my life trying like hell to get me to play with dolls, wear dresses. Hair ribbons were a biggie. Reality? Skinned knees, running around the farm chasing "The Boys", somehow feeling like I lacked a certain "part" of my anatomy. (I would have given just about ANYTHING, for a penis.) I literally peed standing up one time. Hell of a mess.OK. Finally realized I can't do a damn thing about it. My school years? My teachers called me Chris. My brother's name. My formative years? Hanging out with my Mom. She would introduce me to her friends. Their response? "I didn't know you had a daughter!". Self-esteem-enhancing, this is not. My teen years? Let's just not go there...
Fast forward. Life is good. Despite being born without a penis.
3 comments:
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Hey K8....I had four brothers and never was a "girlie girl"....always a tomboy....my sister was the girlie one.
I had to laugh when you noted you peed standing up once...my daughter did the same thing once ...and she had only one brother....you are right...''twas a MESS.
Enjoyed it...Glad life is GOOD!
As a FOLLOWER, I am going to complain a little...it has been a LONG time between postings, K8...... it is hard to follow someone that is not moving along..heehee
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