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This is my world.
When I was eight years old I became self aware. My nanny told me fairy tales and I fell in love with the world of fantasy. But I began to realize that JACK was a giant-killer, climbed the beanstalk, be nimble and JILL came tumbling after. I knew that I was different.
Somebody told me that Cinderella was a wonderful story. She was a maid who had the right shoe size. I wanted to be the giant-killer.
The media showed me Arthur, Robin, Jason, Sin bad, Aladdin, Zorro, Bond, Tarzan, Mowgli and an eternal list of heroic men and women like Isis, Diana Prince and Jamie Summers were few and far between. When I saw heroic women they were all bouncy, beautiful and never broke a nail. That wasn't me.
Luckily for me, my sister was reading The Lord of the Rings in school and told me the story as she read it.
And there I found a woman with a sword that I could relate to better.
It occurred to me, at the ripe old age of eight, while watching a special about the history of television; while watching Betty Furness sell Frigidaires... that TV shows are the crap between the commercials and if I wanted to find out the truth I had to read and I liked to read.
An eight year old reading a book is like an eight year old with the plague to most other eight year olds.
I am comfortable with my onlyness.
I was in England and my nanny told me wonderful fairy tales full of magic and dragons and monsters. I wanted so much to be those heroes but I never wanted to be a man. I had to find women like me.
Now you might think that is a pretty easy thing to do, but if you live in a small town in New Mexico there aren't many opportunities to meet others who are like minded.
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