Real People, Real Stories
Well, I suppose it’s time I started blogging about all of this.
Where to begin?
Just over five years ago, I had my first (and only) child. A boy! Cool! Boys love their moms, right? He’d be a hip, feminist guy like his dad, who loved Legos and martial arts and sci-fi but could cook, too. And I’d also be able to avoid all those icky Disney Princesses.
My son was barely three years old when he informed me that I’d got it wrong. Silly me: I’d been fooled, as so many of us are, by the whole penis/vagina thing. My child set me straight: