It seems my life has been in a world steeped in testosterone. In the first place, I was raised in a household of males. All of my siblings were males. My father was a male. Most of the kids in my neighborhood were male. Many of my classmates were male.
My early playmates were my brothers and their friends – all male. Oh sure, I had girls for friends and playmates, too, but my mother had to go pick them up so I had somebody with bows in their hair to play Barbies with. My brothers and their friends were readily accessible since it seemed some of them never went home.
Most of the influences of my life came from those three big brothers. I’m not sure The Parental Units realized just how much time I was spending basking in their influence. In all fairness and in the interest of full disclosure, my brothers Bob and Steve did their best to make sure their little sister received proper play experiences. In fact, we have quite a few family Super 8s that testify to the fact Bob and Steve played dollies with me, but we won’t go there right now.