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But the awful things they said about me. They called me all kinds of nasty names and they even used a couple of words I never even heard before, something that sounded like queer, but I guess that wasn't it because there's nothing wrong about being queer. I've seen plenty of queer animals and birds at the zoo and they're all kinda nice. And at the camp last Summer the teacher showed us all kinds of queer plants that grow in the moun- tain, so I guess that was not what the boys meant about me.. must have been something else.. But they said I was dirty and they spat on the floor and they said they didn't want to be seen with me anymore and that from now on I could play by myself or with the girls. Of course I'd like to play with them but they don't seem to want to play with me, I guess if I was a girl they would.

May 23: My blackeye is gone now and I tried today to get the girls at school to play with me. They told me to go away and when I didn't go right away they told the teacher that I was staring and staring at them. I told the teacher that was the truth and that I liked to look at the girls. The teacher wasn't angry at first but got real mad all of a sudden when I said that I liked most to see the girls jumping rope and see their skirts dance and what pretty underwear they have underneath, lots of lace and pretty colors. Boy, was she mad. She said she wasn't going to have any nasty boy around her girls and shoved me away real hard and then she said she'd tell my folks. And when I got home today mother was mad and then Dad was even madder when she told him what the teacher had said. Sometimes I think I hate Miss Burns, that's her name, but then I think how pretty she always locks, es- pecially today in her blue dress without any sleeves and lots of white flowers all over the blue. Dad stopped me a couple of times and said I'd better watch my step from now on and he didn't want to hear anymore about my be- havior. I still don't know why everybody gets so mad when I say I like pretty things. From now on I'll be smart. I'm going to shut up. I won't tell anybody what I think. If the boys won't play with me and the girls won't either, then I'll play all by myself. I'll show them.

July 5: Dear Diary: Sorry I forgot to write anything for quite a while, but today being the day after the Fourth of

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