Too True to Tell: Confession of a Non-Transvestite

The day I got into an argument with a bill collector about whether I was a man or a woman was the day I decided no longer to correct the error with callers. From that day until recently I just answered to the random “Sir” without offence or explanation. But something happened a couple of years ago that shook that foundation. I shook it off, regained my bearings, and went on with business as usual. That is, until today . . .

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