Tuesday, January 14, 2020

All That's Left Of Me

There was a time, boys, when I was all piss and vinegar. You know- snaps, snails and puppy dog tails.
I had no interests that were not prurient. I wanted to walk like a man. Take charge. Buck up.

Of course I was never very good at it. Any of it. I was raised by women.

Nowadays, I consider myself complimented when someone tells me that I drive like an old lady or that I throw like a girl. I should admit here and now that I sometimes cry like a baby, too.

Oh, I'm quite comfortable with my masculinity. I just don't have to prove anything to anyone.

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