Am I real? Am I anything?

I've been thinking a lot about what's been going on between me and my brother and sister-in-law, and I think I understand their point of view. Essentially, they dont think that Dorothy is real, that there is no woman buried under this male flesh.

As far as I can tell, they think what happened was this: A sad little boy named Todd, having experienced rape and without any male role models in his life, decided to reject the masculine and build a feminine persona as something like an imaginary friend. Then, years later, with his life a wreck because of an inability to act like a grown-up, he retreated into that persona, and refuses to come back out.

But, there is another possibility, and that is that Dorothy is in fact real, my true self finally brought forth after years of fear and struggle.

Sadly, that is one they dismiss.

Ah, well.

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