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Thirty-five years too late for this Nancy Boy
I wish this book existed when I was a boy.
Every time I converse with a woman, instead of dictating to her; each day I genuinely care about the well-being of others; every time I look at my daughter and hope for her that she has a fulfilling life of independence and love, well, I fell the shame of being a life-long Nancy Boy.
Now I find myself adrift in the twenty-first century, basking in the love of those of all (and no) genders, with friends, an empty FBI file, and a healthy relationship with my daughter, I writhe in self-loathing knowing that I should be an isolationist, practicing militia drills in my Michigan compound while my daughter darns socks, listens to Rush Limbaugh (but not any commercials with music, mind you), and sleeping the nights away in my bomb shelter.
