Oh, for crying out loud!

The moment I heard him call me boy I burst into more tears while saying I’m not a boy. Yes, laugh all you want but I never did get my bicycle back after that.

A decade later, I got out of college and began making myself a career as a web designer. Back then people do not want to post their photos up on the internet. I got myself in a group called Philweavers and tried to make myself known. Some members thought I was a guy since there were only a few women in my country in the field at the time. It totally got me frustrated and so I decided to show myself at the very first EB gathering.

I still experience some misunderstanding, like picking up my airplane ticket and see that it’s listed as a “Mr.” I don’t think I’ll ever be free of this little frustration that I have unless I change my name. But why should I do that? I made myself know to some, not to all, but I am glad that people knows my name and that I’m not a guy.

Pages: 1 2