Monday, 2 October 2023
I realize that there are plenty of people who identify as someone differently than how they were assigned at birth or how they are presently and socially expected to live and claim for themselves. I wish you the best in whatever way you work that out. For me, however, I don’t consider myself as a girl. I’m a boy. I’m male. I’m a man. For that matter, I edge more on the line of athletic male. I’m not big enough in size or ego to claim alpha male status. But one look at me would never scream “Sissy!” I’m manly (howver you might perceive that), but I’m girly to the core. Hear me. I’m a girly boy. I’m girly as a boy. I’m a boy, a male, a man, but I’m girly…oh so girly. And if it wasn’t for fear for my family’s well-being, I’d portray myself as even girlier than I presently display. And no, I’m not talking about crossdressing, though that’s a part of it. I truly am girly.
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