I am not a particularly effeminate child, but neither am I an overtly masculine one. I would rather read than play contact, or any other, sport. Occasionally I play baseball, but I am so bad at it that Fat Eddie, who is half as wide as he is tall and moves at the speed of an eternity, is chosen before me. When chosen, I am always assigned so far out in right field I have to take cabs in and out.
I feel lost in a world I do not yet understand; It’s the mid-fifties- reliable guides are not available.