December 2011
6 posts
Memoir.
I remember running out of the dentist when I was five Immediately begging my mother to cut off all my long hair I don’t remember what happened But instantly I knew I didn’t want to be a girl or at least a girl in purple polka-dot-stirrup-pants with a ponytail But I knew I wasn’t really a boy either. I am not the person you would have made me into. You want me to look familiar Either/or Male or...
