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.
18 January Journal - Good Morning folks its wednesday. THe perverbial hump day. If only i could get some hump action going LOL Oh well. HEHEHE So I am still on the verge of not...
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