I guess I'm pretty lucky in some regards. I've never had any doubts about my gender identity. In fact, I don't remember ever truly drawing a line in the sand and saying/thinking male versus female. Of course, I never played sports. I was in band. And I never felt the need to play the macho game. Does that make me an anomaly, I wonder? About the only thing I can conclude is that this makes me who and what I am. Is it by accident or design? Well, that's up for debate. This is a 6 by 4.5 inches gel pen drawing with color pencil and another tiny slice of Original Jones Art hot from the cranial oven in northwest Austin, Texas.