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I, a boy, would only be aware of how abnormal it was, growing up in a small town, where the only other children on my street, my social peers, were a group of slightly older girls, when years later, my family would move away.I simply didn’t know any

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Always Having Been A Feminist, When Father Left, Mother Began Sending Me To The Hair Salon Instead Of The Barber, And When My Hair Was Long Enough The Following Year, That I No Longer Looked Like A Boy, She Enrolled Me At A Girl’s School. Her Rationale,

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