tbrady's blog

When I was a kid, I was an uncurable tomboy.  I caught frogs, played baseball with boys, wore Toughskins handed down by my brother and even looked like a boy, for better or worse.  When my parents (or anyone, really ) asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would declare, without hestiation, “a boy!”  

At that point I was unaware of the transgendered and the future, surgical possiblities of my statement.