There is nothing wrong
with being effeminate There is nothing wrong with being an over the top hysterical drag queen. There is nothing wrong with pretending that it is still the 1920's and we are so so, just so très blasé.
And I am very well aware how enormously easy it is to look down one's nose when one is 6'2" and built like a brick out house...even the dumbest breeder thinks twice before getting into it with me.
Doesn't change who I am inside, just - they don't make heels in a size 13D. And I am just hell on glacè gloves.
That said, I do wish we could someday reach the point where we could talk about our goals and means of reaching them without everyone immediately freaking out. Impossible, absolutely impossible to do. Hell, you wouldn't believe the fight those of us had who believe in marriage and monogamous relationships...the condemnation and anger makes me wonder just how "free" some of our sisters really are when they see my life choices as a threat to them...
Same with the fem/butch-drag issue.
I suspect we might get further with some of the less cosmopolitan folks if they had a chance to see how we are in real life and not just the bird of paradise tired old clichés which get all the media attention. But even saying that I risk getting flamed.
I'm old enough to remember when gay bashing was the order of the day in Colorado and when I'm in the 'States, I pass that damn fence where they tortured and murdered Matthew Sheppard regularly. Those gay men and lesbian women, together with very brave straight people struck a blow for us. But even daring to mention that they were not all effeminate or butch dykes is far too dangerous, so I shan't.
I suggest we drop this one and return to Robert's glorious idea of celebrating this great day...then return to it later?
with being effeminate There is nothing wrong with being an over the top hysterical drag queen. There is nothing wrong with pretending that it is still the 1920's and we are so so, just so très blasé.
And I am very well aware how enormously easy it is to look down one's nose when one is 6'2" and built like a brick out house...even the dumbest breeder thinks twice before getting into it with me.
Doesn't change who I am inside, just - they don't make heels in a size 13D. And I am just hell on glacè gloves.
That said, I do wish we could someday reach the point where we could talk about our goals and means of reaching them without everyone immediately freaking out. Impossible, absolutely impossible to do. Hell, you wouldn't believe the fight those of us had who believe in marriage and monogamous relationships...the condemnation and anger makes me wonder just how "free" some of our sisters really are when they see my life choices as a threat to them...
Same with the fem/butch-drag issue.
I suspect we might get further with some of the less cosmopolitan folks if they had a chance to see how we are in real life and not just the bird of paradise tired old clichés which get all the media attention. But even saying that I risk getting flamed.
I'm old enough to remember when gay bashing was the order of the day in Colorado and when I'm in the 'States, I pass that damn fence where they tortured and murdered Matthew Sheppard regularly. Those gay men and lesbian women, together with very brave straight people struck a blow for us. But even daring to mention that they were not all effeminate or butch dykes is far too dangerous, so I shan't.
I suggest we drop this one and return to Robert's glorious idea of celebrating this great day...then return to it later?
