. . . as I tick down the list of things I'm interested in: cars, trains, guns, military strategy. Motorcycles.

I'm clearly not a middle-aged woman, but rather a 16-year-old boy trapped in a middle-aged female body.

I'm not just a candidate for gender-reassignment surgery, but age-reassignment as well. Especially age-reassignment.

I believe I should demand that Medi-Cal provide me with a face lift and change my driver's license to reflect my true age of 16. Naturally, I'm not willing to pay teenage rates for car insurance, and why should I?—I'm 43 years old. It's not like I'd do anything reckless at this point.

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1 This just means that the definition of what women are supposed to be interested in is bogus. Check what Denise has to say on this subject over at Ten Ring. And let us know when you get custom chopper.

Posted by: Zendo Deb at July 13, 2005 07:18 PM (qg7aq)

2 And what does Attila the Hub think of the possibility that he is actually married to a teenage boy?

Posted by: Desert Cat at July 14, 2005 07:58 PM (xdX36)

3 I think the problem is that tomboys have become a dying breed.

Posted by: Mickey at July 15, 2005 09:05 PM (ALxDi)

4 Attila the Hub has acquired the habit of blanking some of my strangest posts out of his mind. I think it all recedes into a fog of "that's my quirky little lady. Always thinking, that one." Also, he sees me all the time, and I rather believe the experience is reassuring to him. He'd argue that I'm exactly the right gender. Just weird as hell.

Posted by: Attila Girl at July 16, 2005 12:00 AM (RGWNz)

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