I was president of a non profit that taught lifestyle and safer sex to men who have sex with men. Early on, many people did not want to be involved, because we were “TOO GAY”.
I certainly remember that era. Though there are a lot of folks that still subscribe to the toxic masculinity bullshit.
Luckily, I grew up a sissy who was also the size of refrigerator. I didn’t play football, but I flirted with several of the players in high school. And they didn’t mind. But I was too shy (then) to do more than flirt.
Thank you for your service in helping people make smarter decisions. Cheers, my dears!
The red haired, 250 lb football quarterback defended me through much of middle and high school. He works as a pharmacist in a local hospital. He saw that I was a patient and came to visit me. It was 20 years since high school, and he had been in love with me all of that time.
I didn’t have a clue. Turns out, he was blowing much of the team on a regular basis.
I have a thing for gingers too. One of my husbands was a ginger, 6’4” and 220. He was a fucking hunk, and a sex addict. We didn’t always get along, but the sex was amazing.
I got custody of my son while we were together, and I couldn’t handle taking care of two immature boys, so he got the boot.
Oh my...this story sounds familiar. I was "stepmom" to a red-headed stepchild who almost killed me. Literally and figuratively. Couldn't make it work with his dad, but I loved that kid. I'm trying to reconnect with him all these years later. And not just cuz he's a dad now too. Cuz that makes me a "stepgranny." lol
When I see gingers I find attractive, I mumble under my breath: "You can't afford the therapy bill, dumbass." Truth. :-p
Did I ever mention “My Bodyguard” is one of my all-time favorite films? DId I ever mention gingers tend to make my eyes pop out of their socket? Living vicariously, as I often do, I hope y’all gave the reunion at least a try. Cheers!
I’m terrible at math, but I’m guessing you were grown by the time Boy George popped up on the scene. And I doubt you were ever as sissified as I was. I needed to see an example of what that looked like. I never emulated his style, but I deeply respected his attitudes about gender and gender roles. The Donahue episode—linked near the bottom of the post and taped near you in Chicago—was a big moment for me and my mom. So much so she signed us up for the Culture Club fan club. She was looking for makeup tips. I was not. lol
Clint, We have to stop meeting this way. (I see you catch up on reading stuff on the weekend? Me too.)
I was grown up, but for most of my adult life, being gay and loose with gender still was not in a good place. I remember going to the one local, mixed use, bar in Champaign/Urbana where I was enrolled at the University of Illinois. I used to wear my favorite of my mom's perfumes and eye shadow. That was the extent of my "being brave" about who I was. As difficult as things are currently, and getting worse under you know who, things really are better then they were then. Fondly, Michael
I was president of a non profit that taught lifestyle and safer sex to men who have sex with men. Early on, many people did not want to be involved, because we were “TOO GAY”.
It was very aggravating.
I certainly remember that era. Though there are a lot of folks that still subscribe to the toxic masculinity bullshit.
Luckily, I grew up a sissy who was also the size of refrigerator. I didn’t play football, but I flirted with several of the players in high school. And they didn’t mind. But I was too shy (then) to do more than flirt.
Thank you for your service in helping people make smarter decisions. Cheers, my dears!
The red haired, 250 lb football quarterback defended me through much of middle and high school. He works as a pharmacist in a local hospital. He saw that I was a patient and came to visit me. It was 20 years since high school, and he had been in love with me all of that time.
I didn’t have a clue. Turns out, he was blowing much of the team on a regular basis.
I have a thing for gingers too. One of my husbands was a ginger, 6’4” and 220. He was a fucking hunk, and a sex addict. We didn’t always get along, but the sex was amazing.
I got custody of my son while we were together, and I couldn’t handle taking care of two immature boys, so he got the boot.
Oh my...this story sounds familiar. I was "stepmom" to a red-headed stepchild who almost killed me. Literally and figuratively. Couldn't make it work with his dad, but I loved that kid. I'm trying to reconnect with him all these years later. And not just cuz he's a dad now too. Cuz that makes me a "stepgranny." lol
When I see gingers I find attractive, I mumble under my breath: "You can't afford the therapy bill, dumbass." Truth. :-p
Did I ever mention “My Bodyguard” is one of my all-time favorite films? DId I ever mention gingers tend to make my eyes pop out of their socket? Living vicariously, as I often do, I hope y’all gave the reunion at least a try. Cheers!
Clint, Funny that somehow Boy George never ended up on my radar. Fondly, Michael
I’m terrible at math, but I’m guessing you were grown by the time Boy George popped up on the scene. And I doubt you were ever as sissified as I was. I needed to see an example of what that looked like. I never emulated his style, but I deeply respected his attitudes about gender and gender roles. The Donahue episode—linked near the bottom of the post and taped near you in Chicago—was a big moment for me and my mom. So much so she signed us up for the Culture Club fan club. She was looking for makeup tips. I was not. lol
Clint, We have to stop meeting this way. (I see you catch up on reading stuff on the weekend? Me too.)
I was grown up, but for most of my adult life, being gay and loose with gender still was not in a good place. I remember going to the one local, mixed use, bar in Champaign/Urbana where I was enrolled at the University of Illinois. I used to wear my favorite of my mom's perfumes and eye shadow. That was the extent of my "being brave" about who I was. As difficult as things are currently, and getting worse under you know who, things really are better then they were then. Fondly, Michael