Thursday, January 6, 2011


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."


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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