Lesbian

I got a My Size Barbie! So, I took her to school with me, and Sephy took me home to play in her playhouse. Sephy’s name is Josephine, not Sephany, but her brother’s named Joey, so she can’t say that for short, it’s too confusing. She threw a whole bunch of clothes in a pillow case so we could go play dressup, but she’s not really My Size. I’m a big girl now, and I’ve got all my big girl teeth, and so is Sephy, so none of her clothes would fit. We took off her dress, and Sephy said “She doesn’t have anything in her crotch, either.” I shook my head, “She’s a Barbie doll, Barbie doesn’t have a pussy, none of them do.” Just like the little ones, she doesn’t even have a …

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Back when we’re little, we hadn’t heard the L word. Boys weren’t even calling each other fags, or anything gay. Honestly, the worst insult was “Girl.” As in “Don’t be such a girl,” but I’m not going to lecture you on the misogynism of the patriarchy, now. I looked up to boys, so I wanted to be like more them. Dress like them, cuss, and spit. Get in fights, and play sports, but they wouldn’t let me. Because I was a girl, but a tomboy. That’s what they called it back then, when nowadays we call it “Butch.” I didn’t cut my hair, but I put it up. I got really good at braiding it, so it didn’t get caught in branches, stomping through the woods, climbing trees, and rolling around in leaf piles in …

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