From My Mind

A Woman Called Dad

August 22, 2011
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A Woman Called Dad

The other day my daughter looked at me misty-eyed and sincere. “I love you, Daddy,” she said. Now, that might not sound so strange, but when you consider that I’m a male-to-female transsexual who transitioned almost ten years ago, the word daddy can stick out like a thistle with the ability to scratch, irritate,...

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Any Body in Akron

August 22, 2011
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Any Body in Akron

It was a cloudy day, damp. The smell of sulfur hung in the air, like rotten eggs everywhere, but Dad drove with the window down. He took a deep breath, inhaling through his nose. “That, my boy, is the smell of industry.” I buried my face in my jacket. “You don’t like it? Well,...

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