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blather: claiming my peeps
As a woman who sang bass in choir, who was so flat chested she got teased in swim class, and whose voice changed when she hit puberty (oh fun), I claim Caster Semenya as my peeps and say the ass hats demanding a gender test before they award her the gold medal should go stuff their ideas of gender into the tiniest orifice in their bodies they can find. Preferably one that will cause a painful infection later.
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Good to see your happy typing 'round these parts ma'am. Some of us are missing you and your words!
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