I don’t have any problem with people who have confusion about their gender and their gender identity. Hell, at times, I feel so damn manly, it almost makes me cry that I wasn’t born with three penises. (Now, I ask you, how much fun would THAT be?) How an individual feels about how they go about expressing who they are and how they want the world to perceive them is their business. They’re the ones who have to like who they see when they look at the person staring back at them in the mirror. And I feel that making the conscious decision to go against what society considers normal when it comes to gender takes a hell of a lot of courage. Especially when you consider how much grief people get just based on everyday differences like skin color, weight, and height. So, when I heard that one of my heroes, Bruce Jenner, had decided that he was no longer happy walking through the world the way in which I was related to him as an athlete and a man, I’d be lying if I said it didn’t change my entire perception of him as a man. I mean, this guy was a track and field God. A man who made other men feel like girly men just at the mere mention of his name. And now, here he was telling the world that he is now more comfortable in a bra and Jimmy Choo heels than he is in boxers and Kenneth Cole boots. To make things even more confusing, he decided he wanted to keep his man giblets instead of trading them in for lady parts. Not only that, the guy (girl?) still prefers to make the beast with two backs with women. (I can’t blame him for that, but still, that shit is confusing.) As I said, I don’t have a problem with any of this, but in my opinion, Bruce’s (Caitlin’s?) decision to be who he (she?) really is suspect when you realize that the guy (girl?) still pees standing up. And the fact he’s almost always within yelling distance of a Kardashian doesn’t engender me (Did you see what I did there?) to believe he’s interested in anything more than drawing attention to himself (herself?) to turn all of this into some financial windfall of some sort. Then again, I’m just an insensitive, sexist, clueless, red blooded, chauvinistic man who wishes he had a throbbing, bulging penis in triplicate. So what the hell do I know?
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