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So much of our existences has nothing to do with sex & gender that I've always been more than a little mystified that it's so fucking distracting. A few weeks ago, my younger son showed me "BME", & I became more than a little squeamish. When I gave my nieces & nephews "The Years of Rice & Salt" a number of years ago, & the didn't give any feedback, I became convinced it was because they didn't read beyond the eunuchization incident at the beginning. A character in "Priscilla, Queen of The Desert" said something about her parents never talking to her again after she had "the chop". I've elsewhere alluded to loving my penis & to wishing I had a womb. We're a funny species; all I hope is for us to be happy with ourselves & each other.
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BE JUST AND FEAR NOT
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