I’ve always known there was something different about me.
Scenes from my childhood, part 2
The setting: The toy store. It’s close to Christmas. Aunty M. has brought me here to buy my four-year-old-mischievous-but-sensitive-self a gift, under the premise of getting anything I want. It’s every kid’s dream.
Aunty M.: "So, what would you like for Christmas? How about He-Man? Or GI Joe?"
Me: "No. I don’t want those.”
My eyes glaze over the veritable smorgasbord of gun-toting, sword-wielding, hyper-masculine action figures of the 80s, and I point.
Me: "I want the Ken doll."
Epilogue
I don’t remember what I actually got that Christmas. I just know it wasn’t Ken. Or My Little Pony.
Scenes from my childhood, part 2
The setting: The toy store. It’s close to Christmas. Aunty M. has brought me here to buy my four-year-old-mischievous-but-sensitive-self a gift, under the premise of getting anything I want. It’s every kid’s dream.
Aunty M.: "So, what would you like for Christmas? How about He-Man? Or GI Joe?"
Me: "No. I don’t want those.”
My eyes glaze over the veritable smorgasbord of gun-toting, sword-wielding, hyper-masculine action figures of the 80s, and I point.
Me: "I want the Ken doll."
Epilogue
I don’t remember what I actually got that Christmas. I just know it wasn’t Ken. Or My Little Pony.
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