I’ve never been a “girly girl.” As a kid, I was the only girl on the baseball team. I preferred playing in the creek to prowling Limited Too. If I was born a decade later, and if my parents were gullible fools, which they weren’t, I’m sure someone could have diagnosed me with “gender dysphoria.” A tomboy on the last helicopter out of Vietnam, it seems.
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