When I was small, I always wanted to be a boy. I grew up with a nickname Tomboy. I would roam the kampung with a bicycle, chopped banana trees, picking betel nuts (shell and sell to some Indians), catch tadpoles and earth worms (to be fed to ducklings) and etc etc.
I did play masak-masak with a neighbour once but I didn’t want to clean up and left her with the mess. After that, no one wants to play masak-masak with me anymore. Anyway, I played ‘cos I wanted to play with fire.
At one point, I even punched banana tree trunks (which is very soft) after watching too many Bruce Lee’s film. But sigh….I am still a girl. A girl who has many disadvantages because girls have rules.
Still I did not give up pretending I am a boy. When I was in Form Four and Form Five, I sat on the boys’ side of the classroom. God knows why I join the pack. And no, I wasn’t a butch, finding girlfriends. Not a lesbo too. I just want to be a man.
Now, if say, one day, a bright light shines down and a voice boom from above (picture Moses with the burning bush?) while you are in an open space :
Do you want to be a man or woman?
What will you choose? (assuming that nothing in your life gets upset, not like your wife will be living with a woman now instead of a man or your husband will turn Brokeback Mountain or you kids will have two dads etc, just imagine, pway-pway lah).
Me? Of course, I will shout – Give me a huge dose of testosterone and a big KKC plus a male chauvinist attitude.