A few minutes later I found myself plucking at the ends of my starched skirt as momma tugged the matching rumba panties over my knees and up my legs. I had lost. I had given up all hope of becoming a “real” man in high school and replaced it with my own vision of what I wanted to be. I would be an ‘undiscovered’ star, an entertainer, someone of wit and culture who would rise above the uncultured neolithic baboons with whom I had the misfortune to be classmates.
Now I was nothing, less than nothing. I was only the satisfied gleam in my momma’s eye as I sat adorably in my pink baby doll dress waiting to be delivered into the sight of my one time lover.