I have come to
the conclusion that I don't fit the mold all that well. I'm pretty femme, by lesbian standards, but
I'm also a lifelong athlete that loves the sporty look. I love jeans that fit a little tight when I'm
wearing dressy shoes, and loose ones with little holes in them when I'm in flops. Granted, I think everyone, sexuality aside,
has different looks that goes with their different moods or events. I'm not special in that regard. Having said that, though, I have found myself
in an internal struggle lately.
Last week I wore
a skirt for the first time in over a year.
I pulled it off well, I think, and felt pretty sexy the whole day. I couldn't wait for my partner to get home
and see me all decked out. She agreed with my personal assessment, and I
enjoyed the sexiness of it all. Then I
got hit on by a coupla dudes. Not in an "I
wanna kick you in the nuts" kind of way, but hit on nonetheless. Poor fellas didn't get how badly they were
barking up the wrong tree. Wrong forest
all together. And, not a single lesbian
in the free world, I don't think, would have pegged me as a Friend of
Dororthy. Which brings me to my problem.
I love being an
out lesbian. If I could I would wear
rainbow shirts every day. I love walking
somewhere, anywhere, with my partner and it being obvious that we're gay. Not that I'm into PDA or anything, I just don't shy away from my true self, which isn't
all that common where we live. Lets just
say, we do not reside in one of the fabulous gay-marriage-is-a-go states. Loving the gay identification, being proud of
it, and wanting to stand tall no matter where I am or what I'm doing poses an
internal problem on those rare days when I want to hop into a skirt and
heels. It feels almost like I'm
abandoning my kind.
So, what is this
gay girl to do? Should all the heels, skirts, and shirts that show a little
cleavage go to Goodwill? Gay ladies
chime in here - Do you think I should feel like an a abomination when I am not
wearing traditional lesbian wear?
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