Childhood, A Time Before Being Transgender
<p>My hands dig deep in the blue-and-black striped cotton basket with the smiling snail on it. The boy next to me just fished out a cowboy head, and the girl from next door is trying on the wings of a fairy costume. I’m looking for something very specific. I know it’s in there, but my tiny arms are too short to reach the bottom. I start emptying the basket, littering the living room with the costumes. From behind the Pterosaur outfit I wore last Halloween, I spot a golden sparkle. With a big sigh, I grab it with the tips of my fingers, and a golden sequin top flies out of the basket.</p>
<p>The others are already in costume, dressed according to their gender. The boys are pirates, cowboys, firemen. There’s even an Elvis walking around somewhere. Almost all the girls are princesses. No surprise there.</p>
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