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judecorpFor dinner, I had macaroni and cheese. To drink, Tang. @set me=5 years old.
This reminds me of the book I finished a week or so ago. Tomboys: Tales of Dyke Derring-Do. Some of the little vignettes and stories were so beautifully nostalgic, so eerily similar, and so poignant that I got misty-eyed. I'm not one that's always rattling about having to be with "the community" or whatever, but I loved being able to read and relate to all of the writers. And in reading the stories of tomboys throughout the last 50 years, miniature genderfuckers who (mostly) grew up to love women, I couldn't help but remark that my family was foolish to be surprised.
I mean, duh. Look at me at 5.
(On that note, I'm going to go kiss my girl.)
This reminds me of the book I finished a week or so ago. Tomboys: Tales of Dyke Derring-Do. Some of the little vignettes and stories were so beautifully nostalgic, so eerily similar, and so poignant that I got misty-eyed. I'm not one that's always rattling about having to be with "the community" or whatever, but I loved being able to read and relate to all of the writers. And in reading the stories of tomboys throughout the last 50 years, miniature genderfuckers who (mostly) grew up to love women, I couldn't help but remark that my family was foolish to be surprised.
I mean, duh. Look at me at 5.
(On that note, I'm going to go kiss my girl.)
