I used to be “one of the lads”, which is highly ironic as I don’t have any male friends anymore or have any interest in cultivating any new friendships with any.
Here’s the thing. My whole childhood/early teens I was told I was girling wrong. I was too loud , I was too bouncy, I laughed too much, I joked too much, I played too rough, I got too dirty , I was too messy, I was too daring .I got in trouble for it. I got punished for it. I was laughed at for it.So guess what? I started to believe it. That I was indeed different. That I wasn’t like the other girls. Not better, in fact, obviously defective and completely sucking at being a girl. The most frustrating thing is that none of those behaviours would’ve been an issue if I was a boy. So yeah, I found “acceptance “ by being one of the lads. To just be who I was , say the things I wanted to say, do the things I wanted to do.
Slightly delusional? Sure.
Looking for male validation or love interests? Nope. In fact , it was fucking heartbreaking when one of them would hit on me because it showed that I wasn’t , in fact, “one of the lads” (hence the delusional). I can see it clearly now. I couldn’t then.
Tragic? Well yeah, I wasted to many years denying my girl/woman hood and having extremely limited female friendships.
Desperate? Only to be allowed to be me, warts and all.