Masculine Enough

I resisted adults “correcting” me to take my hands out of my pockets, keep my legs together, and smile. My mother wanted to send me to etiquette lessons so that I would learn to walk and talk like a lady, but they were too expensive. She hated that I clomped around like a Clydesdale.





 
It's always nice to read a post from, "the other side", especially from Jamie Ray, who's writing I love, and lives, in Jamie's words, on the border of trans* and butch..

Jamie posted Masculine Enough on March 1st.  If you haven't already read the post, take a look.