This story is about a transgender woman or the stories from transgender women, mixed into one. From the start of the story it is obvious that we are reading the experience through the mind of a gay man. He starts by talking about changing his sister's diaper and being jealous because his sister had a vagina and he wanted one. As the story moves forward the boy tells us about his feeling of not belonging and truly thinking he was a girl, a she. " I wondered why I was missing my bathing suit top at the beach." --This to me makes it obvious that the boy thinks like a girl. He then says how after being born, he was assigned a sex and how random he believed it was. " It has nothing to do with who you are."--I think what he means is that sex is something that shouldn't be determined by a genital organ but instead sex should be determined by who a person wants to be.
Overall this story makes it seem like having a vagina allows a person to be softer and to be more gentle... It makes it seem like it's peaceful.
"To touch"
"To pet"
"To hug"
"To help"
"To hold"
I think these example are meant to show softness and in some way point to softness and tenderness of the vagina and how it can relate to the soft and tenderness of a woman.
This story stood out to me because I feel like there is so much hatred in the world directed at gay people and I don't see why. I feel like every person is entitled to their own wants, needs, and desires. Just because a person is given a penis or a vagina doesn't mean that that is who they are. I've always been the type of person that accepts a person no matter what their sexual preferences are and it bothers me that in the year twenty- eleven people are still worrying about how other people live their lives. In this story it shows examples of people being beat because of who they are- a homosexual being.... something they ARE NOT wrong for. I'll never understand why people can't live the way they want to without someone having their own say.
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