No Where to Run-Or to Hide

Sometimes I get lost in being a gender victim. After all, the subject is what Cyrsti's Condo is all about, not what generics go through growing up. Every once in a while, Liz gets fed up with my whining and gives me an insight into her early and teen life. For every example I have of being chosen last for a boys sports team, she has two. Not only did she had to face the taunts of the boys, she had to face the girls too.

All that time and all the way into the Army, I always thought girls had it easier. After all, generics didn't get drafted, didn't have to agonize to find the courage to ask for a date and got to wear those short cheerleader uniforms while I was getting destroyed on the field by a pulling offensive guard. Forget all those shallow reasons, neither gender has greener grass.

So, if by some sort of magic though, if I was given a gender choice and knowing what I know now, I would have been a terrible cheerleader. On the other hand, there would be no doubt I would pick growing up girl. Why? I would not have to wake up every morning wondering how to run or hide from my gender dysphoria.