Many people don’t know this about me, but I…I…Oh gosh. I’m sorry, I find myself welling up with emotions right now just thinking about it….I’ll just blurt it out, as it will be easier this way: I, I used to be a girl. No, I’m not saying that I magically turned into a man yesterday, silly! What I mean is that I was born a female and until I was twenty had a relatively normal life growing up as a girl. I say relatively, though, because, well, I had never felt comfortable in my own skin and my adolescence was hell. I don’t normally make such confessions to a stranger such as yourself, but my hope is that talking about it will bring me some peace of mind. Please don’t misunderstand me, dear reader. I’m happy being a man, and my resolve to change my situation, an accident of nature, is probably the best decision I’ve ever made. But it didn’t come easily and I went through years of confusion and shame. Moreover, the “surgery” went awry, and I ended up with two…Anyway, I don’t want to talk about the details. Suffice to say, I place surgery in quotation marks because it was a back alley hack job. I find it ironic that I don’t understand women. I know it sounds strange, but it’s true. And do me a favor, would you? Let's keep these disclosures our little secret.
