Thursday, November 04, 2010

As You Like It

I have to admit to getting just a bit verklempt while reading this:

Then as we got closer to the actual day, he stared to hem and haw about it. After some discussion it comes out that he is afraid people will laugh at him. I pointed out that some people will because it is a cute and clever costume. He insists their laughter would be of the ‘making fun’ kind. I blow it off. Seriously, who would make fun of a child in costume?

...If you think that me allowing my son to be a female character for Halloween is somehow going to ‘make’ him gay then you are an idiot. Firstly, what a ridiculous concept. Secondly, if my son is gay, OK. I will love him no less. Thirdly, I am not worried that your son will grow up to be an actual ninja so back off.

...I hate that my son had to learn this lesson while standing in front of allegedly Christian women. I hate that those women thought those thoughts, and worse felt comfortable saying them out loud. I hate that ‘pink’ is still called a girl color and that my baby has to be so brave if he wants to be Daphne for Halloween.

I had totally forgotten about it, but this reminded me that my mom still has pictures somewhere of me dressing up in some of her clothes when I was probably four or five -- hats, wigs, jewelery, coats, shawls, heels, you name it. I painted my nails more than a few times, and I used to play around with the rest of her makeup too. You know why? Because it was fun. Men's and boy's clothes are frequently just boring as hell. Nowadays I'm too lazy to dress for anything but comfort, but I can still harbor an sneaking admiration for dandyism, foppishness and general sartorial creativity.

Anyway, I'm grateful that I was never made to feel like there was anything wrong with it, even when I went through my gender-bending rock musician phase in my teens. Thanks, mom.