I've been blogging since 2014 so I do occasionally return to the same subject matter. Tonight I'm again writing about being a third grader, an eight year old, although I've already done one blog post about that.

The main reason it's blogworthy is that that's the first time I can recall feeling like I was fundamentally different from others, and ( Read more... )

I remember when I was an early elementary-school aged child, old enough to have gotten the "where do babies come from" talk but too young to have picked up on the notion that when I got older I'd have a craving for that, an appetite for that activity. An interest in doing that for reasons other than wanting to become a parent. So we're talking a ( Read more... )

My book effectively starts with eighth grade, but I covered my earlier life in my initial autobiography, the tome from which my book was taken. I've done blog posts about earlier segments in my life -- third grade; sixth gradeI've been reminiscing about seventh grade lately. It was the year just before our family moved to Los Alamos NM. In an odd ( Read more... )

You’d think a place associated with being nice (kind, sweet, gentle, good) would be appealing to sissy femme males. Their mascot sported long hair in an era when males in general did not. But no, I didn’t find it so ( Read more... )

The premise of this opera lured me to think it might have edgy things to say about gender. A small town wants to anoint a May Queen but has issues with the lax morals of the female residents who would otherwise be the candidates for the position, and they decide to select a chaste and virginal male and dub him May King instead ( Read more... )

Today I want to talk about sexual feelings. Surprisingly, we don't do that often. We discuss sexual orientation, and gender identity; but our thoughts and attitudes about sexuality itself are often the same as the ones held by the prevailing culture and we're prone to repeating them, unexamined.

Consider this paragraph:

The habit of using women ( Read more... )

In this society, morality is gender-specific. Good and evil (or good and bad, which are the words actually used) have different flavors and dynamics, as well as different manifestations, depending on sex ( Read more... )

It kind of started with third grade, along with the rest of it. That's when I first remember feeling different and being proud of it. I was good, like the girls. Not like the boys. Boys were bad. Of course I was proud of it. Boys were mean and stupid, an embarrassment. Embarrassing to me, because I was a boy myself, so people would see me as ( Read more... )

In my blog post of two weeks ago I wrote that I'd been mulling over the possibility of marketing my book as something akin to "Nice Guy Testifies & Tells His Side of the Story ( Read more... )

During my senior year of high school, my after-school job was to sweep up the floors and empty the trash cans at an auto repair shop ( Read more... )