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Well I hate to say it, but you are mistaken. I was born a Hermaphrodite in 1950, when parents were given the power to choose the childs identity. "Daddy" was a Navy Carrier Pilot, and I was the first born child, so he chose "Male". Too bad he guessed WRONG, that is NOT what my genes say.
I did not know anything about my genetic coding till I was out of the Army, and 29 years old. I KNEW from the time that I was FOUR that I was a FEMALE, I didn't care WHAT my "plumbing" said, and at that time, I did NOT know that the scar in my Peritoneal area was not normal for a "Male". I went into the Army in 1968, and NO ONE caught it, then, they were looking for fresh meat to stick in the seats of helicopters bound for Vietnam. When I was 29, in a routine V.A. examination, someone saw the scar, and ordered up a TON of specialized tests, and guess what they found. To make a long story short, I entered "The Program", and CORRECTED the old man's error in judgement. The Army even changed the gender on my Medically Discharged I.D. card. ( NO it was for wounds suffered in Vietnam, I was in a coma with multiple skull fractures when I was shot out of the sky. So I guess you can say that, at birth, I was a whole lot more than a "little" of both. Niri Te |
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