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I have told this story on this site before; but only on comments to other posts. So here I am telling the story again. When I was four, or five I didn’t have a Ken doll; so I cut the hair off one of my Barbies and named him Joe (first male name I could think of.). Before I even knew what being trans was I made a transgender Ken doll.
Then when I was eight, or nine my dog Emma chewed off his legs, and one of his hands. So Joe became an amputee. Here he is now T-Posing to assert dominance on Transphobia, and ableism.