When I was wee lad my Dad called me little Shirl because I was so much like my Mom
When I had my first job , I wore my hair long I was mistaken for a girl
Who knew 34 years later that shit would continue (One of the worst experiences was at a Pride Fest, and someone approached my friend and I to take a survey for Lesbians. She was straight and I was bisexual man) the worst being no matter how I looked, fat or thin, long, short or no hair.
When I was 18 my family doctor said I had a low sperm count, could never have kids unless I adopted. That was far from devastating, I never wanted to be a Father and married a woman that didn’t want to be a Mother.
I can’t grow a damn beard to save my life, my eye lashes are long, I don’t have a visible Adams apple, my hands and feet are small (my wife and I wear the same size sneaker), I have fat guy moobs and I haven’t stood to pee in decades unless I have no other choice and I really have to piss because I am ridiculously small, but I think shrinkage happens when you get real fat, because I recall being able to piss standing up till about age 27 probably the last time I was under 300 plus pounds.
My father-in-law suggested I get my testosterone checked and wouldn’t ya know it after two damn tests my testosterone is abnormally low for a guy. Makes me feel like a freak of nature. Despite my hurdles, I don’t believe I am anything other than a guy with issues.