I wasn't too great at the weekend with a bad episode of Vertigo that left everything rotating to the point every time I tried to walk I kept going to fall over but sometimes you have thoughts in such moments and here's one.
Sometimes I wonder what would really happen if everybody knew I dressed like a little boy
Would they look at you with two heads, may be refuse to speak to you or otherwise be spoken of in whispers or is it that actually they're ok really with it?
Would they look at you with two heads, may be refuse to speak to you or otherwise be spoken of in whispers or is it that actually they're ok really with it?
I mean this has been going on for ages really
I'm inclined to think most of the time it's a "I'm okay, you're okay" standoff where everybody just holds back on verbalizing how they feel so it's just little game society plays especially after one group of people outed me only to find everyone I knew just wasn't bothered wanting me in roles that involved interacting with others who just may of heard something.
While the experience wasn't good and sure, those people shouldn't of done what did, in one way they did me a favour - they forced me confront the reality and just be open about it.
Today I no longer deny this side of me at all
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