Remembering Daddy
Category: QUEER VOICES
When I became a cheerleader, my father said, "Why don't you just shoot me now? I told your mother, 'Get him a toy gun and a Bowie knife,' but no, she just had to get you that damn yellow stuffed bear!" In my mother's defense, I was 5, and the bear was jonquil, not yellow.
By Billi Gordon, Ph.D., Contributor Writer, Neuroscientist, Personality, 2014-06-13