My stories of being a tomboy aren’t anything like the ones you have on here. I don’t ever recall being called nasty things for it, and I’ve been that way my whole life pretty much, for as long as I can remember. I love trucks and tractors and dinosaurs. The only bad thing about it, is that my mom says that I’m gay because things like trucks and hockey, and the things my grandparents let me do, and the things she let me enjoy. My mom says I wasn’t born this way, I was made this way by other people, and all the bad things people have done to me. I was born this way and I know it.