Your jaw drops when you read the sexy, outrageous details of Brevard's life on the edge, made all the more gripping when she puts her story in its larger context. Brevard, now 63, was an effeminate rural Tennessee boy named Alfred who couldn't wait to toss off all male accoutrements and convince the rest of the world of her womanhood. With the help of a friend, Brevard castrated herself because back in the '50s, you couldn't get that kind of service in an American clinic. As she writes, "Stormy made the initial cut, saw blood, and went outside to throw up. In mid-operation, I was left alone on a kitchen table draped with Lysol-scented sheets. I sat up and finished my own castration."
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