I wish I could make a man feel that way. I feel about men the way men feel about beautiful women. I do nothing for the opposite sex, in way of love. The other day, a friend told me I was “a dude.” I’ve always been able to identify with men better than women. I do not buckle men’s knees, and I certainly do not drive men to hell with my traits, as women do to men apparently. I have found myself in hell by pursuing a man more than once. I am Philip Carey with a vagina and a brain and body that are more of a club foot.
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