In the earlier parts of my life I was the typical child; outspoken around my peers or the people to whom I was familiar and shy with strangers when first meeting them.In my mind I was the normal; I had two eyes, two hands, hair and skin but for some reason others saw me as different. Sissy was a word I heard numerous times in my life. I knew these was not a good thing because I noticed people would laugh and I also felt bad inside for some reason.
I was different because my hands were soft.
I was different because I liked to sing in the choir ( I was pretty good)
I was different because my eyelashes were long.
I was different because I chose to lime with the girls in school rather than the boys.
I found that I was different in many other ways but basically this difference enable people to taunt me because I did not exude the typical male gender role attributes that people would expect. ..