A Man Can’t Decide

Camp Birchwood 

I went to Camp Birchwood when I was twelve years old and although I was a little uncomfortable around Strangers it was strange that I was comfortable.

During the summer I had two girlfriends.

The first was a black haired girl.

I don’t remember her name.

She was as cute as a black pearl plucked

From an oyster.

I remember the second girls name—Ricky.

She was a cute blond who was the daughter of the camp director.

We didn’t do much because I didn’t know much.

But I kissed each one of them

And collected their love jewels.

They were young.

They were costume.

I learned what I was which was a man and distinctly different from the modern homosexuals and Transgenders.

I think I was pretty normal in an “Iron John” sort of way.  I don’t know why modern society insists on playing with sexuality when it is a gender illusion.

A man can’t decide that he has a vagina when all he has is a missing penis.  His vagina is artificial and doesn’t have its period.

David Lawrence

David Lawrence has a Ph.D. in literature. He has published over 200 blogs, 600 poems, a memoir “The King of White-Collar Boxing,” several books of poems, including “Lane Changes.” Both can be purchased on Amazon.com. He was a professional boxer and a CEO. Last year he was listed in New York Magazine as the 41st reason to love New York.

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