Most gender nonconforming children usually turn out to be some form of LGBTQ (lesbian, gay, bi, trans, or questioning). Though I am not a lesbian, some of the children I played with did turn out to be homosexual which was no real surprise to me. We crossed boundaries in our hick town. We didn't choose to conform and if I have children I won't expect them to conform either. I truly think I had more fun being a tom boy than I would have if I were given dresses to wear.
Growing up on 57 acres of woodland in upstate New York dresses would have been out of place. I couldn't very well hang by my knees from a tree with a dress on. Well okay I could have but my little girl panties would have shown and it wouldn't have made my parents very happy.
By the time I hit the tween years I was already being called "weird" by my aunt and uncle that lived next door. I didn't want to listen to music blasting, go to dances, or put on make up. I was happy being a tom boy. Oh I did like boys maybe that was the reason why I loved dressing like one so I could be around them more. I wasn't considered the icky girl that boys didn't want to play with, they liked playing with me because I liked to get just as dirty as they and play rough.
I had my first kiss when I was but 5 years of age from a boy. Along the way to adulthood I've also had a few kisses from girls.
Love is love. Love doesn't have to have gender boundaries and it shouldn't be forced to conform. I can only hope that one day if I'm blessed enough to have a child I'll remember to raise it with an open mind, heart and arms.
This post was inspired by the memoir Raising My Rainbow by Lori Duron as she shares her journey raising a gender creative son. Join From Left to Write on September 5 as we discuss Raising My Rainbow. As a member of From Left to Write I receive a free copy of this book to review. All opinions expressed in this blog are my own.