Princess Grandpa
08-17-2013, 01:20 PM
While I don't go around the house in dresses while people are home, my nails are usually painted and I have a couple pairs of ladies shorts I wear with some degree of regularity. At some point my grown daughter will no longer be able to ignore the signs and we will have to talk to her. We have had many discussions about what we wanted to say when she finally does ask Of course all those well laid plans flew right out the window once it came up and panic set in.
My daughter is in my bedroom yesterday chatting with my wife. "Wow those are really big shoes!" She says. Right there are the heels I didn't put away. "Yeah and they were only $7.00. Julie replies hoping to change the subject. "But for who"? my daughter asks. Julie is totally flustered and falls back to her goto response. "You don't want to know" Having heard this often enough to know she probably doesn't want to know, she accepts this and walks away. Obviously I cannot leave it like this. This morning I sit down with her and we talk.
I was sitting out back having a cup of coffee and working on a script of what i want to say, when she comes out back to discuss business related topics. At one point in the conversation she made the comment "I just don't want to know." Considering that an excellent segway I changed the subject.
"There is something I would like to talk to you about. It's a little embarrassing so if we were able to keep it just between us I would appreciate it." At this point her face goes blank. She prides herself on being able to not show her emotions. "And I don't want you putting on your confessor face and blowing this off. We really need to be able to discuss this. I love you and need our relationship to stay strong" I continue.
"I know you have seen a lot of odd things lately. The heels, the nail polish and stuff. First I want you to know I'm not gay." She giggles. "I know! sometimes you two aren't so quiet" "A few weeks back your mom painted my nails. When she was done something snapped in me. I don't know what it was but it just felt really right. Again I'm not gay, and frankly if I was I suspect you wouldn't really have a problem with it. I don't want to become a woman or anything, but your mom and I have been playing with gender boundaries and are having a really good time playing dress up." She smiles.
The conversation went on for sometime I won't bore you with any more details. This is long enough already. "I think it's kind of cool. I'm really happy you guys are having fun." is her take on it. We discussed planning a Mommy and Me and Me day.
I can't begin to express the joy flowing through me. All of my family now knows what kind of freak I am and accept me for who I am. If there is a god he is making up for all the F****d up things he has done in my life. If there isn't a god, karma has more than made up for all the hardships I have ever faced. If neither of these are the ways of the universe, I am about the luckiest person to ever live.
Hug
Rita
My daughter is in my bedroom yesterday chatting with my wife. "Wow those are really big shoes!" She says. Right there are the heels I didn't put away. "Yeah and they were only $7.00. Julie replies hoping to change the subject. "But for who"? my daughter asks. Julie is totally flustered and falls back to her goto response. "You don't want to know" Having heard this often enough to know she probably doesn't want to know, she accepts this and walks away. Obviously I cannot leave it like this. This morning I sit down with her and we talk.
I was sitting out back having a cup of coffee and working on a script of what i want to say, when she comes out back to discuss business related topics. At one point in the conversation she made the comment "I just don't want to know." Considering that an excellent segway I changed the subject.
"There is something I would like to talk to you about. It's a little embarrassing so if we were able to keep it just between us I would appreciate it." At this point her face goes blank. She prides herself on being able to not show her emotions. "And I don't want you putting on your confessor face and blowing this off. We really need to be able to discuss this. I love you and need our relationship to stay strong" I continue.
"I know you have seen a lot of odd things lately. The heels, the nail polish and stuff. First I want you to know I'm not gay." She giggles. "I know! sometimes you two aren't so quiet" "A few weeks back your mom painted my nails. When she was done something snapped in me. I don't know what it was but it just felt really right. Again I'm not gay, and frankly if I was I suspect you wouldn't really have a problem with it. I don't want to become a woman or anything, but your mom and I have been playing with gender boundaries and are having a really good time playing dress up." She smiles.
The conversation went on for sometime I won't bore you with any more details. This is long enough already. "I think it's kind of cool. I'm really happy you guys are having fun." is her take on it. We discussed planning a Mommy and Me and Me day.
I can't begin to express the joy flowing through me. All of my family now knows what kind of freak I am and accept me for who I am. If there is a god he is making up for all the F****d up things he has done in my life. If there isn't a god, karma has more than made up for all the hardships I have ever faced. If neither of these are the ways of the universe, I am about the luckiest person to ever live.
Hug
Rita