Me
Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2003 4:39 pm
Yes, I suppose I am shy but I've lived in a big confortable closet for a long time. It's really cosy here with nothing to trouble me. I lived there for I was alone. There was no one else like me. At least not many. The odd one turned up in the tabloids now and again. Their treatment made me fit a few more locks to the closet door. It wasn't a guy thing.
And I didn't want that to happen to me.
I peeked out now and again to pick up the odd bit of clothes or make up when my closet landed far from home. But generally I kept it firmly shut. Tough guy. Liked strip clubs or so the guys tought. Sex mad even. Liked to talk to and look at the ladies. Friends and ladies thought I was doing the old guy thing but I was studying "the way she looked, the way she walked and the colour of her hair". You know why. God! why would anyone talk to a guy anyway if he had the chance for some real conversation. I suppose I was good at conversation. The ladies liked it and I have many female friends. They tend to be life's wounded for I am a good listener a loyal friend and good to know when you need help and generally I've been around long enough to have made a lot of mistakes and know whats what.
I could have hidden Las Vagas.
Never looked after my body much. Didn't feel any sense of ownership. I had some bits I never asked for and missed a few I wanted. Went through the usual agonies. Wanted to die a bit... well actually a lot really. But I too much of a woman for the nastiness of suicide. But I suppose I just doing it slowly.......... Beer and cigs...
Married for love. A good woman. She tried to understand but she is still a bit confused. I suppose I've been a lesbien all my life anyway. still love her and she still loves me. For the first few years with her I thought I was cured. (I didn't say I was a rocket scientist.) However there is no such thing....... Some thing always happens to awaken what lies within. It's worse then drink and cigarettes.
Now I'm here and I suppose you'll have to live with me. I've a wicked sense of humour. Like to butt f--- sacred cows. Always did. But there is no harm in me. I've always looked at life from a different point of view. For that is who and what I am. You see things a bit differently through the keyhole in the closet door.
The closet is crowded now. Full of clothes, make up and lots of stuff I never had before. There's more like me then I tought. Some day the closet will burst. But as I've said all my life " what the hell". We'll deal with that when it happens. At least I'm not alone any more.
And I didn't want that to happen to me.
I peeked out now and again to pick up the odd bit of clothes or make up when my closet landed far from home. But generally I kept it firmly shut. Tough guy. Liked strip clubs or so the guys tought. Sex mad even. Liked to talk to and look at the ladies. Friends and ladies thought I was doing the old guy thing but I was studying "the way she looked, the way she walked and the colour of her hair". You know why. God! why would anyone talk to a guy anyway if he had the chance for some real conversation. I suppose I was good at conversation. The ladies liked it and I have many female friends. They tend to be life's wounded for I am a good listener a loyal friend and good to know when you need help and generally I've been around long enough to have made a lot of mistakes and know whats what.
I could have hidden Las Vagas.
Never looked after my body much. Didn't feel any sense of ownership. I had some bits I never asked for and missed a few I wanted. Went through the usual agonies. Wanted to die a bit... well actually a lot really. But I too much of a woman for the nastiness of suicide. But I suppose I just doing it slowly.......... Beer and cigs...
Married for love. A good woman. She tried to understand but she is still a bit confused. I suppose I've been a lesbien all my life anyway. still love her and she still loves me. For the first few years with her I thought I was cured. (I didn't say I was a rocket scientist.) However there is no such thing....... Some thing always happens to awaken what lies within. It's worse then drink and cigarettes.
Now I'm here and I suppose you'll have to live with me. I've a wicked sense of humour. Like to butt f--- sacred cows. Always did. But there is no harm in me. I've always looked at life from a different point of view. For that is who and what I am. You see things a bit differently through the keyhole in the closet door.
The closet is crowded now. Full of clothes, make up and lots of stuff I never had before. There's more like me then I tought. Some day the closet will burst. But as I've said all my life " what the hell". We'll deal with that when it happens. At least I'm not alone any more.