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Friday, May 21, 2010

In Which I Admit My Frailty

Killing animals with guns never bothered me. I shot plenty of game when I was a kid. The trappings of hunting trips, however, made me flinch. The drinking and smoking didn't faze me, but I found listening to older men joking about women deeply disturbing. Even before I was ten years old I knew I'd always prefer the private affections of a girl to the rowdy kinship of a group of guys.


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