I was a tomboy growing up. Never in a million years did I think I could “become” a boy. During puberty especially I thought it’d be easier to be a boy, but I didn’t WANT to be one.
The girls were b¡tches, most of the boys were cool with me, aside from a few bullies. Also, I know lots of straight women who were tomboys. My best ladyfriend is one of them.
It really is misguided adults who hijack kids’ futures and health.
My wife was one helluva tomboy. Big jock in college. At age 75 she goes with her softball “girl’s team” to the national Senior games every year. Retired as a -747 captain. Can split firewood for 6 hours straight for days on end. Even puts on a dress for church. Been with her 43 years; finest woman I ever met.
I was a tomboy. People used to mistake me for a girlie boy even though I had very feminine features. I didn’t play with dolls but loved to hike in the woods, fish, hunt and collected caterpillars to turn into butterflies. My career field resulted in me being the token female or one of very few. My feelings were hurt when several times I was accused of being a lesbian, even as a child. I never wanted to be male. I just wasn’t a stereotypical female. If I were a child today I believe I would have been targeted by the reprobate alphabet child predators.