More of Myself
I realize that there are plenty of people who identify as someone differently than how they were assigned at birth or how they are presently and socially expected to live and claim for themselves. I wish you the best in whatever way you work that out. For me, however, I don’t consider myself as a girl. I’m a boy. I’m male. I’m a man. For that matter, I edge more on the line of athletic male. I’m not big enough in size or ego to claim alpha male status. But one look at me would never scream “Sissy!” I’m manly (howver you might perceive that), but I’m girly to the core. Hear me. I’m a girly boy. I’m girly as a boy. I’m a boy, a male, a man, but I’m girly…oh so girly. And if it wasn’t for fear for my family’s well-being, I’d portray myself as even girlier than I presently display. And no, I’m not talking about crossdressing, though that’s a part of it. I truly am girly.
And that leads me back to the original caption that was made a few of years ago. I stand by these words. Oh, they are so true of me and how I feel about myself. I am NOT less of a man than any other man all because I wear panties and bras and cute girly sneakers. I know that how I act, talk, dress, or portray myself will never make me more of a woman. It’s just not possible for me. I can’t claim intersexuality, though, who knows unless tests are taken. I can’t claim gender dysphoria, though I lament for those who do. I can’t even claim insanity, even though my wife might argue that. lol I am a boy, simply put. And I’m girly. People around me expect differently, but I am girly. I can’t shake that, I can’t forsake that, I can’t nullify that. It’s a part of me. It’s me.
At the end of the day, I think girly boys have to figure out if they intend to be a model of societal’s expectations or if they choose to be true to themselves. [Let me interject. You move at your pace and in your way and in your time. Don’t make life-long decisions based on cultural expectations] I know what I choose. I choose not to be defined by my gender. I choose to see myself as a human being who has much to offer to this world, however that might be manifested. And if that means a manifestation of girliness, then I’m proud to be girly. I’m not more or less, male or female. I am who I am. And that means, for the sake of religious-minded folks, I am the image of God…who also portrayed Himself in feminine ways, btw. But I digress. Oh my! Did I just go there?! Yes I did, and I make no apologies for that. But I digress.
Be you. Is that so hard? Just be you. And while you’re at it, love someone who needs love in their life.
I love you all!
CandieHart
