Misnomer.
I knew of this woman growing up whom all the kids made fun of and were skeptical about. This person wore dresses and identified as a woman, though she was initially, biologically, a he. I didn’t know of any fetish, or deep-seeded reasons why she did this at the time, I just saw it as a choice. Her name was Janice and through coincidental run-ins throughout life, either at the Wal-Mart or a gas station or seeing her from the playground at school, this woman was definitely more significant because of what she chose to show the world versus what we all thought she should be. The agenda of a small town where what I gathered to be a strict boundary between male and female ranged from women being "housewives," and less say in the house’s finances, to a man who chooses to write rather than play sports being a “faggot.” The problem wasn’t in what Janice decided to do with herself, but that she chose differently than other people’s beliefs. People allowed this to be THEIR problem...