For Real

I think that 2023 is a good time for many of us, and allies in particular, to practice again the dying art of minding our own fucking business when it comes to the identities and lives of other people.

You see someone from one of your classes in a public place with a different gender presentation/expression than they typically have? Mind your own business.

You discover that one of your coworkers is in a same gender relationship, but they aren't out at work? Not your place to share that information in the workplace.

You notice that your neighbor in a red state takes a road trip across state lines with their transgender child every 3-6 months? No you fucking didn't.

You overhear students in your classroom using a different name and different pronouns for one student than you are used to using? If you live in a state hostile to trans rights, pretend that you don't know anything about this and report nothing.

You suspect that an acquaintance of yours might be gay, but they deny it when asked directly? Leave them the fuck alone.

One of your friends refuses to publicly label their sexuality? Good for them, you aren't entitled to that information anyway.

Your sibling comes out to you as questioning, but isn't comfortable sharing that with your parents yet? Keep your fucking mouth shut.

Don't out people; coming out is a personal choice not a moral obligation. Don't demand personal information about other people's sexuality or sex lives. You aren't entitled to information about anyone's gender identity, assigned gender at birth, or transition.

Bring back privacy, allow people to have control over the information that is shared about them publicly; it might save their job, their housing, their parental rights and their child's safety, or even save lives.

So well said. I couldn't agree more.

I Don’t Regret Any of It

As long as I can remember, I’ve been infatuated with girls’ clothing.  For me, it was as much about shoes than it was anything.  But then, it all expanded into clothing of all varieties. I don’t think I’ve ever regretted these infatuations, which in my opinion, are more deeply involving than a fetish.  There has also been this unique feminine spirit about myself—a girly disposition. I don’t regret that either. To be clear, I’m not what some would call camp, limp-wristed, or a swish. That’s not a horrible thing and I sometimes come across that way out of my natural countenance.  My feminine spirit is really more of the way I think. Whatever it is, I don’t regret it at all.

So, I’m a boy, a male, a man, masculine in stature.  I was born that way.  And you know what?  I don’t regret that either.  I’m satisfied with my bits and the lack of other bits.  Sure, I didn’t have any say in that matter, but that’s my feeling and I don’t regret it.  And just to be clear, since I have such a high regard for others different than myself, that is in no way to diminish the emotions of a boy or girl (maybe you) who feels they were born the wrong gender.  For all of us, I wish that we could thrive in life as our unique selves without regrets.  And if there happens to be any regrets, that we would have such a perseverance about ourselves, that we would not simply survive in regrets, but that we would thrive out of them and beyond them.

I don’t regret that I worked out today in a testosterone-boosting fashion while wearing my overly-girly workout clothes.  I don’t regret that I shaved my beard, but then my chest and underarms, and afterward, slathered my body with a fruity-scented lotion.  I don’t regret that I’m at work right now (on a break, btw) wearing burgundy panties underneath my ladies’ blue jeans or that my sneakers are deliciously female. I don’t regret that when I return home, I will be busy in a home remodel project, dressed partially in a few women’s items. And I don’t regret that when my wife and I finally settle in for the night, we will most likely watch a cheesy “chick-flick” of my choosing with a red wine in her hand and a whiskey in mine.

No regrets.  I was born a boy.  I am a boy.  I will always be a boy.  I am girly by choice.  I am feminine by passion.  And I am pretty sure that I will always be effeminate in my heart.

Have a fabulous weekend, my girly friends!

CandieHart

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