Mine don't either.
Don't want to get into modern socio-politics and treading lightly: If you were born a boy or girl you are always a boy or girl regardless what you think (or feel like) today.
When your chromosomes change, come back and we'll talk about it.
Yup. like the story goes:
Girl asks her besty, "So you just had a baby?"
"Yup."
Is it a boy or girl?
"Duh! How can I know? It's not old enough to tell me yet!"
*facepalm*
I blame the governmemt: they began using "gender" to ask if male or female because certain staff were afraid of the word "sex." Now nobody knows that sex & gender are two very different things.
Sex, as a noun: male or female, period, no other options.
Gender: masculine, feminine, or neuter -- refers to outward behaviours, not actuality.
I've thought about being cheeky & answering "F" on "gender?" questions, until I realized it would just be taken seriously without question.
Or like the teenage boy who was looking at the question "Sex?" & thought "Well, I'd like to F, but I guess I should be honest & put that I only M"
How many siblings did you have?
Altogether three.
I was eldest of three; now two, as my younger brother(middle child) died in Korea (in 2003, not the war)
My baby sister is up north working her ass off as a business owner (accounting & bookkeeping office) & enjoying her many grandkids. . . (she was first to make my mom into a great grandma--not overly appreciarted at the time)
I had a brother (b. 1922) and sister (b.1924) from my father's first marriage. "Big Joe" was killed in the Pacific in 1945. I was born five years and three days after his death in my parents second marriage).
My mother had Charles in her first marriage in 1938. He's the only one still alive.
Being 12 years old than I we had little in common. He married his high
So you're a big o' 71 now, eh? Quite young, still. . .
Most of my real-life friends are closer to 80 or 90. . .
But I pay attention tot he world so I understand you young'uns, too (yes, I know the irony of me being 54 & sdating such things, but I'm an ancient soul)
school sweetheart in 1958 and I was an uncle at 10. They are still married to each other, have two kids (two years apart, a boy and a girl) and several grand and great grand kids).
Back when you could say "one of each" & not cause confusion.
So you're a multiplicate uncle, eh? Any family yourself? (wife, kids, grand'uns, etc?)
I came along in 1950 and was what I call an "oops" baby. "Oops, honey, remember that night we...." :)
Did your parents consider you a "mistake" or a "surprise"?
In the late '90s I worked as as temp in maintenance at a local bank and one of my jobs was mowing the grass, trimming the hedges, etc.
Nearly 50 & doing manual labour/yardwork, eh? Fun times we live in, eh? :P
Now I was never that good a trimming and had a power trimmer.
I was cutting along, stepping back to check how I was doing, etc and when finished I was pretty well pleased with myself. Until I noticed there were all waves on the sides and dips in the top of the hedge.
Like a bad haircut I thought, "well it'll grow back". :)
Like the ad of a groundsworker at a stadium whose mind was drifting as he imagined himself on a Harley. . . "Think they'll notice?" (swerve-y lines. . oh, definitely!)
Lke they say: don't like the job the barber did on your hair? Wait a week.
But apparently I'm an old fuddy-duddy who doesn't understabnd life as it is now.
Join the club. I'm a charter member.
But we understand plenty, because we know the truth & we watched it go wrong. . . powerless against a juggernaut of ignorance sweeping our respective national populations. . .
I've coined the phrase, "insistently ignorant" for how some do their jobs.
It's usually misheard & written as "consistently ignorant" which usually achieves mty dewsired result anyway." (in the last instance, I wanted a particular home care worker to no longer be sent to me.)
Now my wife & I decided to fire the lot of them & figure it all out ourselves. Keeps nosy strangers out of our home, too.
My wifge fgiguyred out how to proerly install my pressure wraps on my ever- swelling left leg & foot, so that wass the last thing I had care for (Once married my wife fired the cleaning folk, saying she's trust her own job better anyway)
Much better -- now they have to do specvial macinations to make excuses to snoop, & we're on to them & are watchingt hem at all times (the house is never left empty.)
I'm kind of a rebel & on several watch lists, it seems. . . (lists ala Joe McCarthy in his latter days in the Senate.)
I'm actuallky not a danger or problemn at all; I'm just more aware than most. . . & I dislike & publically debunk lies. I think "iconoclast" is the term; at one point in human history, iconoclasts were well-respected & appreciated, now they're enemies of the State. :P
You couldn't even LOOK ast the seats of govermewnt uynless you were in intellectual back in the latter 18th c, it's quite the oppositre n ow -- if you're revealed as an intellectual, you'll be facing away from the seats of government in a hurry!
Ignorami are intimidated by intelligence. Not realizing that they're controlled/manipulated by such, but just by the dishonest ones.
Oh, if only we could have a bunch of Lincolns hit the ballots these days. . .
At leat you have a rich hisrtory of noble intyelligent mewn committed to the people they served. Our early history is filled with sots, who essentially said "*hic* f--- it, let's do it!"
I'm especially impressed by how Mr. G. Washington was offered to be made king(absolute ruler) of his new country, & he lit into the people, reminding them of why & his compatriots fought long & hard against the British.
He was an early(not first) president & well-earened the title "leader"
To me the only leaders are the original sense of it: people who led the way in the fight against trouble, who were first in literally putting themselves between danger & the non-combatant people behind him.
I say him only to be historically accurate -- if & when there's a woman lieutant in the army who leads the chare into dangerous territory & succeeds at it, I'm happy to call her a true leader, too.
To me, this isn't politicsa, it's sociology. . . ;)
Your friend,
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Cyberpope, Bishop of ROM
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