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Apparently, by some freak act of nature I came into this world normal and I somehow grew into an adult, and surprise - I am still normal.

I guess I was lucky because I never had to sit around and wonder what sex I wanted to be. I was always a boy and I always knew I was a boy, my sisters were girls, mom was a woman and dad was a man.

Maybe being normal came with my white privilege, but I know other people with darker skin also seemed normal.

Now that I have made it to 67 and I remain normal, it seems I am a bigot — just because I am normal.

Oh well. I have never been a racist, but now I am called a racist, so I guess I can get used to being called a bigot, especially by my own government. Sorry, I can’t help what I am — I like viginas, always have and I think I always will. I like being a real man and I would never dream of having my junk cut off. I’ll keep using the mens-room and unless I hear my wife of 44 years screaming for help, I won’t be going into a lady’s-room.

There have always been perverts around, but at one time, America was actually considered normal. I miss those days of normalcy.