Lilith Moon
10-29-2007, 01:26 PM
This is just a little story with no particular point. I just thought you folk might be interested, amused or not.
Flash back a half century or more to a family Christmas do. I was a little boy with a fascination for girly clothes. My little cousin had come to visit and she was wearing this cute red shiny raincoat...I couldn't take my eyes off it and later that evening I snook out and just had to try it on. It was a bit small, but felt great. Then her older brother J. burst in and caught me red handed...or rather red coated. Even at that age I knew that little boys were not supposed to wear girls stuff and was very uncomfortable about being discovered. "It's alright,", he said. "You look fine. Lets go for a little walk". So, we set off hand in hand past the room where the families were gathered. At least, that's what I thought was going to happen...instead I found myself pushed into a roomful of people "Look, look, at the little cissy ! " J. shouted and all eyes were on me, people were smiling and giggling. I was mortified and ran out crying.
Now flash forward 50 years...last week I had to attend a family funeral. I had my ears pierced a few months back. All was well and I had put my small studs to attend the funeral. I've had comments from nobody since I had them done so felt fine about it. Among the mourners was J. and we chatted over a cup of tea after the funeral. Suddenly, in a loud voice J. said "Look, look everybody, he's wearing earrings, what a cissy !"
I didn't floor him. And I wasn't mortified. I didn't cry. I just smiled and said "Yes, you like 'em ? " He muttered something about "Barbaric" under his breath. My earring wearing wife looked ready to retaliate but bit her tongue and the general conversation moved on...nobody else made a deal about it. Several of the younger male family members who also happened to be wearing earrings gave me a look, a smile and a shrug. Looks like I've been accepted into the earring wearing fraternity.
Just a little event that brought back some poignant childhood memories for me.
Flash back a half century or more to a family Christmas do. I was a little boy with a fascination for girly clothes. My little cousin had come to visit and she was wearing this cute red shiny raincoat...I couldn't take my eyes off it and later that evening I snook out and just had to try it on. It was a bit small, but felt great. Then her older brother J. burst in and caught me red handed...or rather red coated. Even at that age I knew that little boys were not supposed to wear girls stuff and was very uncomfortable about being discovered. "It's alright,", he said. "You look fine. Lets go for a little walk". So, we set off hand in hand past the room where the families were gathered. At least, that's what I thought was going to happen...instead I found myself pushed into a roomful of people "Look, look, at the little cissy ! " J. shouted and all eyes were on me, people were smiling and giggling. I was mortified and ran out crying.
Now flash forward 50 years...last week I had to attend a family funeral. I had my ears pierced a few months back. All was well and I had put my small studs to attend the funeral. I've had comments from nobody since I had them done so felt fine about it. Among the mourners was J. and we chatted over a cup of tea after the funeral. Suddenly, in a loud voice J. said "Look, look everybody, he's wearing earrings, what a cissy !"
I didn't floor him. And I wasn't mortified. I didn't cry. I just smiled and said "Yes, you like 'em ? " He muttered something about "Barbaric" under his breath. My earring wearing wife looked ready to retaliate but bit her tongue and the general conversation moved on...nobody else made a deal about it. Several of the younger male family members who also happened to be wearing earrings gave me a look, a smile and a shrug. Looks like I've been accepted into the earring wearing fraternity.
Just a little event that brought back some poignant childhood memories for me.