Winners from Early Summer 2002's contest question:

How do you define your gender?

We had three winners this month. Each winner got to choose a pair of Wacky Jac undies. (See all past winners here.)

Winning Contest Entry
from J.Z.
Well I'm a real tough cookie with a long history... No, wait, that's Pat Benatar's story. Although I could use it in a pinch. I often feel my gender defines me. I am woman, but I don't usually roar. I enjoy being a girl... most of the time. I wear skirts. I eat peaches. And although I am master (or mistress) of one, I am not a pussy. I stand up for myself, and sit down when it is time. The definition comes in my actions, and my interactions. My gender is not all of me, as I am not all of it. Just another hot chick without definition, I guess.

Winning Contest Entry
from MAK
Gender labels don't usually fit me so well. The ones I prefer are: Girly tomboy. Scrappy andro. Chameleonic wunderkind. Dirty, but he cleans up nice. Wears big pants and little skirts with equal aplomb.

Winning Contest Entry
from J.G.
Typical society has defined my gender for me. I'm not a woman, not a man, I'm a wheelchair. "Wheelchair seating," "wheelchair entrance," "wheelchair bathroom," "wheelchair category (marathons)." When I went back to school after being injured, all the boys who had crushes on me suddenly wanted to tell me how important of a "friend" I was to them, and their crushes magically disappeared. I can elaborate even more, but I think you get the point.