Sometimes I take a critical look at myself and wonder – was I meant to be a woman? Not that I identify as a male or want a penis. Penises are ugly, dangly things. I’m pretty comfortable with my lady bits even though they aren’t tucked in as nice and neat as they were 15 years ago. Kids will do that to you.
And, despite the whole “penis thing” I’m physically attracted to men. Although I will admit that women are a lot prettier to look at naked. And, I do notice attractive women for sure. But, it’s more of a “damn I wish I looked like that” than a “damn, I want to hit that” kind of attraction.
No, I have all the body parts I think I should, and I’m sexually oriented to men. But there are parts of my mind and my actions that seem more male than female. Parts of me that go against the preferences and attitudes that were barreled into me as a child that defined what a girl was supposed to be.