Those people were not talked about by the adults when I was a child, but they were all around, so we kids were left to our own devices. Mostly this is why: my boy is, already, I know all too well, who he is. For girls it was more confusing, but had something to do with short hair, softball and unladylike consumer choices. As a parent, I am filled with immense gratitude at raising my son with these words ready to hand when talking about sexual diversity. The other thing he's learned came from a conversation, inspired by a brief encounter with a friend's mom on the street. For us guys, there was this archetypal effeminate, limp wristed, weak, lispy, half-man, the traits of whom were rigorously stifled by all, myself included.
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