Yesterday, I got a message (check my stories) from my 17 year old cousin garrett_p_todd - a rower - a smart jock who is very cool (and very soft spoken) - who wanted to tell me that he was inspired by my “butch” post. 17 years old - and he wanted to let his 34-year-old-mother-of-4 old cousin know that he was proud of her. // Truth. When I found out I was pregnant with Samson...I asked the ultrasound tech to check again. “I don’t make boys...are you sure?” She was sure. I honestly didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t upset. I was just...unnerved. Yavor kept saying, “are you going to be okay....” I was okay. I was nervous. But I was so very okay. I went to a girls school. I only had my sister. When I finished university...and got my first taste of sexual harassment (without a dad to run to) I internalized my fear of men...and it quickly turned to mistrust. My gender has always been a badge of honour. I was - and still am - SO proud to be a woman. My earliest memories are of playing kickba...