It’s been a very busy Thursday for me, working up a storm during the day and then baking a cake tonight to bring to work tomorrow (and literally running a half-mile to the nearby CVS to buy frosting because I forgot to buy cake frosting at the supermarket). Needless to say, I wasn’t planning to do any blog writing tonight. But then I came across this new Daily Post prompt:
Khalil Gibran once said, ‘We will never understand one another until we reduce the language to seven words.’ What would your seven words be?
First of all, I never heard of Kahlil Gibran before looking him up on Wikipedia. It was there that I noticed a line from one of his poems, “Sand and Foam,” which states, “Half of what I say is meaningless, but I say it so that the other half may reach you.” Sounds like he was someone who understood the power of words.
Mr. Gibran also sounds like he was someone who believed in the power of brevity with words, hence the above thought about reducing language to seven words. But I would never want to sound like I’m an ancient neanderthal caveman (“Fire! Bad!”); a talk radio host (“Agree with me, or I’ll destroy you!”); or someone trying to think up of an ad slogan for something like, say, fast food restaurants (“Meat. Fire. Good.”). So, I’m going to take the tact done by several of the responders to Daily Post’s idea and limit my seven words to one simple yet easy-to-comprehend (hopefully) phrase. And that phrase is this:
“Normally a man, but sometimes a woman.”
I mean, if you’re a regular reader of this lil’ ol’ blog of mine (or at the very least the “About Me” page), you already know the significance of those words: I am indeed someone who lives regularly as a male, but has a bit of a feminine side that I give flesh to through my wearing of women’s clothing. I fear, though, that there are a lot of people who are unable to comprehend someone with such a dual setup (or refuse to do so), so I’ll throw that seven-word phrase out there in the hopes that others do get a sense of who I am.
But then, my life is more than just being a man who occasionally dresses up, puts makeup and a wig on my noggin, and acts all pretty. So, I guess seven more words are in order. Here goes:
“I’m more than my clothing and identity.”
If you’ve been a regular reader of my posts, you’ve probably discovered that already: My thoughts are more than just dressing up and digging cool fashions (which I confess I should do more of). Yeah, I do bring up thoughts on the LGBT life, my background as a resident of the Badger State, and whatever else piques my interest.
But, you know, maybe that second phrase can be expanded to something a little more encompassing. Maybe you and I may both relate to this:
“I’m more than how you categorize me.”
Think about that: I’m more than a crossdresser. I’m a son, a brother, a devoted uncle, a trustworthy employee and volunteer, and maybe a whole bunch of other things I may not realize I am yet (but am excited to discover). You, dear reader, probably feel the same way. You’re more than a gender. You’re more than your ethnic background. You’re more than your sexual identity. You’re more than a political belief. We’re all human beings, and we’re a heck of a lot more than how others who know very little about us want to categorize us as. And if you truly believe that, there’s nothing in your life that you can’t do.