I am a Girlie~Girl?

Didn't know that.

I never grew up thinking I was a girlie-girl. I never overly liked to wear dresses, or do my hair, or take baths. Never overly disliked mud, or grass or out door play. But Steve tells me this over and over. And yesterday at Tom's Barbeque I began to think, "maybe I am one".
It is true. I don't like:
Bugs
Snakes
Rain
Camping
Smelling
or Dirt

Don't like:
living outside
washing myself anywhere but my own shower
drinking from cans
or smelling ~did I mention that?
I don't really like cooking my own food, in the dark, over an open flame. ~unless of course it is a marshmello. But even then I have my limits. {please no dirty sticks}

Maybe its because I never had brothers. Never saw them piss all over outside, never was overly teased, or had my hair pulled. Never had anyone EVER fart on my face ~as some of my friends report. Never kissed a frog, or held a snake. I guess that makes me girlie? Just not so sure.

But I swear like a man, thanks to my dad. My mouth has always been bad. I cus, and yell, and threaten to kill, just like any man, I have ever met. Steve will atest to that. I've had men tell me to "act like a lady", "that a young girl like you shouldn't swear". Of which I replied, rather cooly, "Oh ya? Fuck You." I swear constanly, I remember doing it as far back as 6th grade. My father swears alot, and he swears in siclian to boot. I picked up the same words, the same phrases, and I rather like them.

Girlie or no, I'm no buttons and lace.