Congratulations, on two counts:

1. You lured me back to the mmsa forum after an absence of over a year. I hadn’t logged in since November of 2007, but I got super curious about who was sending me PMs, so I caved and logged in.

2. Your blog post couldn’t have been written at a more coincidental time – I’ve spent all day emailing back and forth with another semi-secret female author asking advice about whether or not to reveal my true sex to another interested party. We’ve been reminiscing and pulling up old emails from past occasions when someone learned the ‘awful’ truth!

Don’t worry too much about your writing style screaming out your gender to the world at large. In truth, it’s one of those “takes one to know one” situations.

I know what you mean about the bitter-sweetness of discovery that there are so many more of us weird, sadistic tomboys out there. It’s good to have company, but it kind of sucks to find out you aren’t so unique after all!

I, personally, have not encountered much scorn from the men who (maybe?) dominate our writing genre – probably because they know I can kick their asses. Would I prefer to be a “real” male? Hell, no! If there’s anything valuable I’ve learned from YouTube, it’s that men have to spend too much time protecting their nuts from little kids with wiffle bats.

I did want to be a BOY, however, when I was young. I cut my hair; dressed the part, and between the ages of 8 and 9 I “passed” well enough to never be challenged while using the men’s restroom. Then nature brought my little façade to a screeching halt by sending the boob fairy early. I continued in my staunch refusal to wear a shirt while playing sports or fishing with my cousins, but eventually things up front just got too darn bouncy.

Oh, look, I just got an email from a friend who I told about this post. She writes:

“I can’t take this. I thought Casey Morgan was a guy all this time!”

So, there you have it. You can even fool the other women among us. I’d better go read your stories and find out for myself …