Julia Prescott

Talkin’ ‘bout my bro love today on Lady-bro. 

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by Julia Prescott

When I was 10 years old I was accused of being “boy crazy.” I didn’t understand this. I wasn’t yet at the point of really figuring my head around the whole “boyfriend” concept, I had just gotten comfortable with basic social situations, so why would I dive into the emotional grenade trench known as opposite-gender relations?

Yet the evidence was clear: always sitting next to the dudes in my class, always chatting them up. On multiple occasions in the fifth grade I was the only girl at an all-boy birthday party. My Mom would drop me off, most likely thinking to herself God I hope she’s not a lesbian. (I would also like to point out that later in life, when I was in fact dating dudes and not yet comfortable disclosing that fact to my Mom I would casually say, “That boy? I’m not dating that boy (I was). I don’t like guys.” Which in my head meant, “Ha-ha! I’m content with myself and good on that front, Mom!” not, “Ha-ha! You’ll never have biological grandchildren!” So needless to say, I wasn’t really helping.

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