Had a wonderful thought. Would it be typical of an androgyne to be watching the game, get mad and throw the bowl of Cheetos (OK, SACK of Cheetos) at the TV, scream and curse at the Referees, then get up, put on their apron and sweep up the floor, bring more beer and Cheetos to the gang watching the game, make a nice little sandwich tray with the bread placed JUST RIGHT and don't forget the pickles, then sit back after the game and hand out cigars because their team won?
When you're androgyne, there is none of this "[Wo]men, can't live with them, can't live without them" crap, because YOU ARE THEM and you ain't got any other choice.
You know the old saying, don't ya? Boys will be boys and girls will be girls, and androgynes with be both (or neither).
The hardest part about being androgyne? Explaining it to someone. Cross-dresser? Easy, I'm a guy who likes to wear women's clothes. Transsexual? Easy, I'm a girl who was born in a guy's body. Androgyne? I'm part guy and part girl and though I have a male body I have a (mostly) feminine mind but not all feminine...I also have a male mind and enjoy the pleasures that both male and female activies bring...and that's just the start. (I'm not saying explaining who you are to anyone is easy, nor should my stereotypical explanations of Cross-dressers and Transsexuals be taken as anything more than a vehicle used in the telling of this, by now, not-so-funny, but true, joke.)
You know you shouldn't have said it when the disclaimer is longer (and funnier) than the joke...what was I thinking?
......Laurie
sheesh...almost signed my male name....oy vey...dang Ken and his male bonding thing...next time, let's bake cookies and a pie or two for the big game and when the quarterback throws an interception with 3 minutes left in the game, we'll all throw our Cheetos at the TV! Danged old Romo and his fumble-fingered place kick holding (or "not holding" as the case may be)...AAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHH!!!