At what point did you realize you were different?
Maybe it was a statement my real-country grandmother said I needed to pull my pants down to show my cousin's friends I was really a boy.
But seriously, I never really was what some would call uber-sissy.
I knew a couple of boys like that. They were ridiculed because of it, mocked. But I never was.
I wasn't as tough and rough as my older brothers, or the above-mentioned cousin.
It's not like I dismissed everything boys did and wanted to wear tutus and tiaras.
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