Victor/Victoria

I don’t like playing sports. In gym class, I tend to run away from the basketball, not towards it. I played with Barbies when I was little and sometimes lament that those days are over. I like pink, Meg Cabot books, and gold jewelry. I’ve thought about my wedding dress, I doodle flowers in my French notebook, and I start journal entries with the title, “Dear diary…” I’m also beast at the “Super Smash Bros. Melee” and “Lord of the Rings: Return of the King” video games. I simply own as Legolas. When my brother’s friends come over, they sometimes ask me to hang out with them, especially when they’ve brought over “James Bond: Nightfire.” I can wreak destruction with the sniper rifle. I also love the “Terminator” movie series, and I’m the hugest geek when it comes to “Lord of the Rings.” I’ve read my share of comic books and know a lot of obscure facts about certain superheroes. Wolverine, Spiderman, and Wonder Woman are my favorites, and I’ll argue all day about how stupid I think the Atom, Plastic Man, and Cloak and Dagger are. I’m crossing my fingers for a “Doctor Strange” movie. My sense of humor is morbid and often sick, I can’t stand school drama, and my new favorite show is “Deadliest Warrior” on Spike, now that “Terminator” might be cancelled. These traits certainly aren’t overwhelmingly masculine, but, if you don’t know me, you might be surprised. I’m willing to embrace hobbies that are and aren’t feminine. I don’t think society influenced me to be this way; I simply follow what I like. My parents exposed me to a lot of different media, like books, music, and television shows, and then allowed me to realize my own interests. And when I play “Melee,” I’m usually Princess Peach. Or Samus. It depends on my mood.