The Word Queer.

Some people just cringe when I say that word.  “Queer”.  

When I was growing up in the late 60’s and 70” it had a whole different connotation than it does now.   Queer was often followed by “fag” or “faggot”.  Then it was the fight or flight instinct that took over.  I wasn’t much for fighting.  I have several times in my life, just wasn’t much for it.

I’m surprised how the word has morphed over the decades, to where it stands for what its original intended use was.  Queer simply means different.  Odd, different… queer.  

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What if

My biggest issue, my burning question, my one true “what if” in my life is getting closer to being answered.  .  

So when you have this question hanging over your head that is impossible to answer, what do you do?  I haven’t been able to stop asking the question in my head for as long as I can remember.   What if?  But if there is no possible way to find out then what? Do you trust blind faith?  Gut feel?  Research and more research?  

No, it’s not as big as the eternal question “why do I exist?” because I know that answer.  If you want the truth behind existence I’d be happy to share it with you. 

My question is a bit simpler…

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A FLUID SEXUAL IDENTITY

This is a very difficult subject for me to write about. But it’s an important part of the transition journey. 

As I’ve written elsewhere on my stance on Sex vs. Sexual Identity vs. Gender.  I believe there are only 3 types of Sexual Orientation (SO); homesexual, heterosexual or bi-sexual. Period. Anything outside of that can be considered fetishism. But let’s use the nicer terms of gay, bi and straight, shall we?

My opinion, while respecting that everyone may not see it as I do.

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The Reverend  

I was out today walking the two hounds from hell around the neighborhood here as I try to do every morning. But there’s a lot of factors as to whether they will get a walk. First and foremost is if I’m able to walk, not in too much pain basically.

Then there’s several other factors involved, like is it raining, is it too hot, is it too cold and do the two hounds from hell really feel like it. Being French Bulldogs and short snouted they have difficulty breathing. 

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My place as Queer

Back to the question of how I identify.

This will be the first time I’m putting this down, so bear with me.

In my heart and mind I was meant to be a woman, and would have lived a much happier life in doing so.

Simply put, I consider myself female.  And there is one person who “gets it”, that through their eyes they can get past the facade and see me for who I am.

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