Let your freak Flags fly

by Regis Boff

Thank God I am not gender-fluid.
The most gut-wrenching personality alteration I ever brought home to Pittsburgh was my shoulder length long hair after my freshman year in College, 1966. My parents decomposed rapidly into an intense Irish melancholy that lasted for years.
In a way, my generation gave kids today no choice but to be gender fluid. There is a stage for all of us when being different is compulsory. There was nothing left after us.
We got lucky I think.