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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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sing it, sistah!
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Also standing against these asshats (http://www.advocate.com/news_detail_ektid105734.asp).
Also, also, hey you!
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So, what then? She's super fit, winning, from nowhere, and with a deep voice so she must be a man??
I despair.
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So, you need to have the right hormones, apparently. And you need to have the goods downstairs. But then they want to just, you know, "check" with you to see what you consider yourself. In case you secretly consider yourself a dude. Or maybe so they can find out whether you wear dresses enough(?). So they can weigh it all with the gender expert and decide whether you're actually entitled to consider yourself female and let you know. Good god.
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I second that. What the heck, someone must have let the out stupid again.
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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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*for values of fascinated that include being infuriated as well