Growing up, I have been constantly the victim of gender stereotypes. When I wanted to play with Hot Wheels Cars, I was bought Barbie’s for Christmas – not that that denotes the memories I had associated with the Barbie. I wanted to play AFL with the rest of the boys at school, but unfortunately, my presence of a vagina meant that I was ineligible to participate. Instead, I channelled my energy through the handball tournaments at school, managing to reign number one handballer for two entire terms; the focus was not on my obviously superior handball skills however – it was on my sex. Continue reading
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