Mum and Dad and Auntie Betty all wanted a boy.
Boys were all the thing, the flavour of the month, the best thing since sliced bread, the bee’s knees, the be-all and end-all, the best of the best, etcetera.
So, baby got called Alex, got dressed in blue and grew up playing rugby and hanging out with the boys, which made sense because they were all the thing, the flavour of the month, the best thing since sliced bread, the bee’s knees, the be-all and end-all, the best of the best, etcetera.
Alex came home from school one day scarred and bloody from a playground fight. The family all cheered and gave Alex an extra scoop of ice-cream.
Alex had nothing pink, no bows and no frills.
Alex went on to drag racing in the town’s car park late at night, doing all-night pub crawls and lifting weights.
Inside Alex there lives a girl… and she’s very angry.