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LOL! I just the idea that individuals could be viewed as unique souls and not jammed and crammed into culturally fashionable little boxes...but that’s another tale for another day.

There is a wide latitude for acting like a real man, and a wide latitude for acting like a real woman.

Perhaps a digression, but it really stuns me how women nowadays practically never, ever wear anything but pants, and usually jeans. At least around here (I never go anywhere else). And apparently Sears, for instance (according to a friend with 2 daughters) stopped even selling dresses or skirts for girls.

I mean - how about a choice??? Aren’t leftists keen on “choices”?

(And when I grew up, I did not become an elephant, a cowboy, a frontiersman, or a trans/bi/anything sandwich. Just a normal female who nowadays wears dresses and skirts...)

Ah...well I remember when it was that I first realized I was a female, and my mother sent a note to the teacher (I opened the sealed envelope and read it) telling the teacher that from now on, there will be certain days of the month during which my daughter won't be able to participate in sports and was mortified...and disgusted, but I couldn't NOT hand the note to the teacher, could I? My mother had eyes in the sky, she would have found out. So there I was, expected to become incapacitated regularly, which meant I had to hide that natural function from her as much as possible, or she would stop me from riding my horse...

THAT'S when it struck me, I would have been better off if I were a boy! So any misgivings I had about being female stemmed from my mother's actions, not from anything I felt...as a result, I am inclined to blame the parent when a child has a gender issue. Maybe she wanted a boy? I was certainly more comfortable with being a girl, than she was.

My suggestion would be, if you have a child with a gender problem, investigate the parents.

I have a deep, visceral hatred of jeans. My washloads are full of them, and it takes twice through the dryer to get the danged things dry ... and then they’re still slovenly. Why not just go out in public in your Angry Birds pajama pants? It’s not as if you do manual labor for a living.

I didn’t grow up to be gender- or sexual-confused, either. Just an ordinary mother who wears dresses, skirts, capris, cotton slacks ...

I have to threaten my teenage daughters to get them to wear a dress for church, even though they get compliments from everyone they see if they do. The styles for girls are “just slovenly” - jeans and a t-shirt - or “slovenly and slutty” - shorts and tank tops that are more revealing than myh bathing suit. The concept of, “Put on tidy clothes” doesn’t seem to register.