When My Father Died, I Felt Relieved. But An Unearthed Childhood Photo Has Me Wondering More.
"1975 was not the greatest year for children's fashions but I was trying my best to be a stylin' baby butch." (Photo: Photo Courtesy Of Kelli Dunham) I am the fifth and final child born into a struggling rural Midwestern family. My mom reports that I was so active in utero that she knew she was having “a boy or a heaven-help-us girl.” I identify as nonbinary now, but “heaven-help-us girl” is probably a more accurate description of my gender./ Like a sitcom character sent from central casting to portray The Kid Who Would Wreak Havoc, I ...
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