Brianna Lovely
04-21-2006, 04:39 AM
This is my first post, so I’m a little nervous, but here goes.
Just checking on my own reality, my perception of the people around me.
A little about me.
I’m a person who discovered that he was gay, late in life. Although I’ve been married, twice, I always knew something was missing, not quite right.
After reading about gay men in early cultures, I discovered that they were loved and honored by their tribal societies. They were the Medicine Men, the Peace Makers the Healers. Ancient peoples believed that gay men had two Spirits, that they were “Twice Blessed” by God.
Well, after giving myself about five years of self-reflection, I have come to realize that I am a man and a woman, at the same time.
Yes, I like to “dress”, but I don’t have to, to feel like a woman, because I’m both every day.
Although it’s come as a surprise to me (being 59 yo, 6’ tall and 200 lbs), many gay men have given me wonderful compliments, even though I was dressed in drab. I’ve been called, “so sweet”, “beautiful”, “lovely” and “gorgeous” and I must admit I’ve blushed.
Then it dawned on me. They were not complimenting me on my clothes, my mannerisms, or my body. They were SEEING the real me, the woman, the man, the person I really am.
Last year my room-mate Charlie (a gay man) and I were in San Francisco, CA, being our first time there, we stopped into the GLBT Community Center, to pick up some local information.
The clerk behind the counter was about 6’2” and he was fully “dressed”. “She” was very kind and helpful. I saw her for who she was and felt so much love for her.
Before we left, I told her that she was lovely and thanked her for all her help. When we got outside, Charlie said that he thought it was terrible to have a man in a dress helping people at the Center.
His statement took me by surprise. I had been in the closet as far as my dressing goes and now find out that my room-mate is a prejudice person.
Well, after reading this forum for a few days, I decided that I’m going to be who I am, no matter what anyone thinks.
So I did my nails, put on my favorite bra, a nice flowered top, my denim shorts and my new strapped tan sandals and off to Wal-Mart’s and the Post Office I went. I loved going out among the general population. Now, if woman would only stop trying to look like men, I may get away with wearing a skirt and top, without creating too much of a stir, giggle, giggle.
Hugs,
Brianna
Just checking on my own reality, my perception of the people around me.
A little about me.
I’m a person who discovered that he was gay, late in life. Although I’ve been married, twice, I always knew something was missing, not quite right.
After reading about gay men in early cultures, I discovered that they were loved and honored by their tribal societies. They were the Medicine Men, the Peace Makers the Healers. Ancient peoples believed that gay men had two Spirits, that they were “Twice Blessed” by God.
Well, after giving myself about five years of self-reflection, I have come to realize that I am a man and a woman, at the same time.
Yes, I like to “dress”, but I don’t have to, to feel like a woman, because I’m both every day.
Although it’s come as a surprise to me (being 59 yo, 6’ tall and 200 lbs), many gay men have given me wonderful compliments, even though I was dressed in drab. I’ve been called, “so sweet”, “beautiful”, “lovely” and “gorgeous” and I must admit I’ve blushed.
Then it dawned on me. They were not complimenting me on my clothes, my mannerisms, or my body. They were SEEING the real me, the woman, the man, the person I really am.
Last year my room-mate Charlie (a gay man) and I were in San Francisco, CA, being our first time there, we stopped into the GLBT Community Center, to pick up some local information.
The clerk behind the counter was about 6’2” and he was fully “dressed”. “She” was very kind and helpful. I saw her for who she was and felt so much love for her.
Before we left, I told her that she was lovely and thanked her for all her help. When we got outside, Charlie said that he thought it was terrible to have a man in a dress helping people at the Center.
His statement took me by surprise. I had been in the closet as far as my dressing goes and now find out that my room-mate is a prejudice person.
Well, after reading this forum for a few days, I decided that I’m going to be who I am, no matter what anyone thinks.
So I did my nails, put on my favorite bra, a nice flowered top, my denim shorts and my new strapped tan sandals and off to Wal-Mart’s and the Post Office I went. I loved going out among the general population. Now, if woman would only stop trying to look like men, I may get away with wearing a skirt and top, without creating too much of a stir, giggle, giggle.
Hugs,
Brianna