Dude, I'm a dude

I don’t mind someone thinking that I’m a woman because I’m named Kelsey. But I DO MIND when that someone, after talking with me for a few minutes and surely discerning that although my voice isn’t deep and booming it isn’t the least bit feminine, calls me Mam.

Even if I needed more credit, Mr. American General Guy, I most definitely would not be getting it through you!

(A related Post from blog’s past: A Boy Named Kelsey)