It had never crossed my mind that a man could think he had the right to stop me from being who I was.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I have always believed that I should have had no difficulty in causing my rights to be respected.
I refuse to allow any man-made differences to separate me from any other human beings.
I'd reached a point where there was a direct conflict between what I was trying to be and who I really was.
I would never have done what I'd done if I'd considered my father as somebody I wanted to please.
I was a me-ist. I believed in the right to do whatever I wanted to do regardless of gender. Still do.
I was a crazy young man who let himself be blinded by his passions and obeyed only the impulses of the moment.
Thoughts would go in and out of my mind, but I didn't want to believe that he could have done it.
In my marriages, I'd lost parts of who I was because I was trying to mold myself into what I thought a man wanted me to be.
No man could have accepted me because I am too rebellious. It would have been catastrophe. I am too into my own thing.
I think I've claimed the right to be any version of me that I want to be.