A Baby Boomer, my life was one long lie. I knew early on, even as a child, that something was wrong. As I grew into my "tweens" I began discretely wearing my sister's undies and clothes, when home alone. But it was NOT what boys did back then, and so it was thru most of my young life. Those kind of guys were "queers", and the scum of the earth. So I hid myself, became a "real man" and did all the things with girls that young men did. And so, thru-out most of my life. And then, one summer's eve, I got the chance to open up with a friend, and Stephanie was born again. And that pretty much sums it all up.
