Vince Deagler

hello, hello.  i’m back and want to go in a completely different direction this morning.  it’s a long story, but it ended up with me in the post office mailing a package to france.  well, as if god thought this would be entertaining, wouldn’t ya know, there was a rather unique individual just a few people in front of me.  let me describe him.

his toenails were painted turqouise, he was wearing mauroon “mules” (2 straps) with natural wood soles and heel.  definitely needed a shave…you ask me how i knew this…well to complete his ensemble he was wearing denim hot pants with a bikini top complete with feminine style hat and plenty of jewelry and fashion accessories.  my best guess was he was late 40’s to 50’s and i really found it quite a spectacle and really unattractive.  but it did make me think…and i’m gonna share those thoughts with you.

for instance, i was wondering how this guy got there.  you can buy into all the politically correct stuff that permeates our culture today if you want, but please give me the same liberty to think independently of that crowd.  if this guy was dressed like big bird, or a clown, or something similar, and i thought that was a bit weird, i do not think anyone would judge me as thinking in an inappropriate way.  but because sexuality has been politicized, and cross dressing has been lumped in with the whole gay issue, my thoughts would be deemed inappropriate.  but wait a second…can someone grow up in our culture to be 40 or 50 years old and not be able to figure out what is normal.  i am not getting into the whole gay thing, i’m just looking at reality, and reality says there is a normal way for a man to dress and a normal way for women to dress…and this wasn’t even close.  how could he not have realized this?  now, it is quite possible he lost a bet and was fulfilling his obligation in which case i say way to go.  but i don’t think that was it.  i think this guy went out of his way to dress provacitively to get the kind of reaction running through my mind.  what in the world happened to this guy?  didn’t he have a dad that modeled what it meant to be a man?  i have no idea.

but it’s not just that.  i began to think that if we were able to capture that moment on film, and dialogue boxes enabled you to see my thoughts, and the question was raised…”what is wrong with this picture?”  how many would point to me and say look at the way that guy is thinking?  how awful for him to not embrace the liberty of the crossdresser to crossdress.  and its about then that i want to pull my hair out and scream…what is wrong with you people.  i do not deny any crossdresser the right to crossdress, go ahead if that floats your boat.  but please do not take my liberty to think as i choose away from me.  we make judgments and discriminate constantly throughout the day.  you did that to put on your shoes, to drink coffee, tea, or as my wife does…diet coke…and god forbid it should be pepsi or decaffinated.  dress or pants, shoes or sandels, salad or burgers, mexican or italian.  we all have personal tastes.  i choose to present myself a certain way in public, as do you, as did this guy.  you may not care for my self presentation, but guess what, you don’t get to dress me…just as i do not get to dress you. 

this guy in the post office was an adult.  it is impossible for him to have lived as long as he has without understanding his dress was “weird”, “abnormal”, “strange”…as strange as if he were dressed as a clown, a muppet, or napolean.  he chose to present himself that way as he is entitled to do.  but i am entitled to react in a way that says…what’s up with that.  and that doesn’t make me a hater.  that means i have figured out what is normal and what isn’t…and that doesn’t have anything to do with his sexuality.  if a woman was dressed like that, i would have come to the exact same conclusion.  he obviously was drawing attention to himself.  he succeeded.  and just as he is entitled to let it all hang out…well, i’m entitled to think what happened to this guy that he would end up like this.  i felt pity for him.  not sure how else i should be thinking.  i know right from wrong, what is appropriate from what isn’t.  i don’t care how you try to re-program our society, i’m not buying it.  if you dress weird, and i see you, i’m gonna think…wow that person is really dressed weird.  just as many of you might think i dress weird.  but you know what…i am secure in who i am.  i do not need your validation for that.  you don’t have to accept my appearance, my thoughts, feelings, interests, desires, etc.  that is cool.  but please, don’t expect me to validate you…because i may not be able to do so…i may think you’re a bit weird.  truth be known i think we are all a bit weird…and the closer you get, the more evident that becomes.         

i do not think my feeling like this makes me weird…i think it makes me normal.

 that’s what i’m thinking.  because i am far from politically correct, i’m sure i have made a number of errors.  feel free to fire when ready.  i think it’s a good discussion waiting to happen.  blessings.  vince