Thursday, May 29, 2014
I don't remember the broom or matching mop. The toys I really longed for were the boy's things given to my older brother: a Carroms game, erector set, cap guns. Even more, I longed for thick black socks instead of the wispy white ones I had to wear, and sturdy shorts and T-shirts instead of petticoats and sunsuits. I want to move without limitation and no worries about staining or tearing my attire.
I wanted boys' freedom, not the sex itself -- which even then I was smart enough to know had NOTHING to do with the rules being handed out.