A Quest for Breasts — My Mamoir
<p>I’ve always yearned for “ample bosoms.” When a viewer is doing that thing they do to quickly gender someone, nothing screams <em>woman </em>like big boobies. I greatly desire to be given that treasured label. I couldn’t care less about being sexy, but I have a great need to be gendered correctly. Sadly, for much of my life folks thought I was a dude.</p>
<p>I knew I was a girl at three when I argued with my mother on the topic. She said little girls don’t have penises, and I shouted back, “Of course, girls can have a penis! I have one and I’m a girl!” I made Mama cry. This happened in 1965 and I was way ahead of my time on my declaration.</p>
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