When I was little I only played with boy toys. I hated when someone who didn’t know me got me a doll for Christmas. My grandma let me have short hair and wear boys clothes because that’s what she did too. Sometimes people would mistakenly refer to me as my grandpas grandson. I would get so excited. I hated being a girl. I was never dysphoric or anything. I just wished I was a boy. I hated how people acted like I couldn’t do certain things I wanted to do because I was female

My grandma is very butch-like. She helped my grandpa re shingle the roof. she can weld, she can fix her own car, replace a toilet. She’s a gun enthusiast!! She would always tell me about beating up her brothers and the kids at school. Idk why my grandma was beating up so many people but her stories really helped me. I knew to stand up for myself. She always told me that girls can do anything boys can do. Even though I grew up to be quiet feminine I often wonder how I would have felt about myself during that time if she hadn’t raised me.