I shared this image this morning on Facebook (Facebook – Your #1 source for daily information!) from Less is More. With it I wrote “I’m thinking the turtle is a female.” And then a friend (who happens to share the same birthday) replied with “Why? Are you saying men don’t do things for love?! C’mon.”
Does that mean the porcupine is forcibly a male? Of course not, she can be just as a female as the turtle is. Or maybe the turtle is a cross-gender. That may be the more obvious choice, she is changing herself, or re-becoming herself, or allowing herself to truly be who she is. Why should I assume she is changing for the love of her life, maybe she really is what she is?
When I see two people enjoying themselves with a glass of wine huddled in the corner of a restaurant, what automatically runs through my head? What does it mean of me if my assumptions are wrong? Recently a friend told me how this woman we both know has gotten divorced and is now dating another woman we know. So when she told me this, I replied how I never saw this coming in a double kind of way. That in my mind she was in such a happy marriage, and if she had decided to switch camp I would have thought it would have been for this other chick we know. “But she’s not a lesbian” said my friend. Well, neither were the other two initially so that comment was totally uncalled for!
We are so brainwashed into our man + woman belief system it becomes confusing and often times delicate to adapt to all that life throws our way.
To my friends who came out of the closet (were they even in a closet to begin with?) how do I adequately react with them now? Is congratulations in order? Is there a Hallmark card out there for the newly divorced who’s recently switched ball teams and is now in love with another friend? I’m exhausted and dizzy just from putting it into words! And if I do say “Hey I heard about you two… and I’m really happy for you!” is this like a confirmation that gossip was involved? But it wasn’t gossip, not in my mind at least.
Why do I suddenly feel like Ruth in Six Feet Under? I don’t dress like her, I’m not a mother, I don’t live in a funeral home, I’m not her. I can’t be her!
Time for coffee…