A couple of weeks ago there was a small jazz festival here. I think there might have been 6 or 8 bands on two outdoor stages during the day and early evening. We walked up and watched the last band. They were a lot of fun and played quite a variety of songs. Near the end of the show the female lead singer sang a smokin’ hot version of this:

The stage was on the street and they had a large plywood dance floor set up. I dance like a tight-assed white boy so we just enjoyed listening to the band and watching the dancers. One guy was having great fun dancing with a portable stop sign. Another was doing some fancy foot work with two women at the same time. I think they’d been practicing. It looked impressive. I noticed one woman with a very nice skirt that looked something like this and it lifted up when she twirlled. I was a little disappointed that she was wearing a thong. Not that I have anything against thongs. It just seemed out of place under that skirt. And a tad inappropriate considering there were lots of waist-high kids about. I think something like this would have been much sexier.

I also noticed a boy there. He was probably about 16. He had his hair and make-up done and you could see his bra through his t-shirt. He was dancing a lot. With girls his own age. He seemed to know lots of people and I was amazed at how comfortable he seemed to be. When I was his age, I lived in a town about this size (60,000 or so). There was no Internet. There might not even have been electricity, I can’t remember. I was only aware of two choices as far as sexual orientation went. You were either straight or gay. I had a few friends that were openly gay and even though most people assumed I was, I knew wasn’t. I was fascinated with females and adored all things girly, but didn’t want to be one. With absolutely no frame of reference, adolescence was a confusing time. Yeah, I know it was confusing for everyone, but this kid was able to explore who he is right now (instead of 30 yrs from now) and I was a little envious.

Just after the show ended a woman and her little girl walked past us. She must have been about three years old and was having a bit of a melt down. In between sobs I heard her say, “I think I need a little nap.”  That could become my new fave expression.

Later that night, I was giving ♀ a back massage when I said, “I wish I’d been a cross-dressing sissy 30 years ago.”

“You were”, she said. “You just didn’t know it.”

“OK. I wish I had have known then what I know now. All those years when I could have been pretty”

And during my teens and early 20′s I’d have been adorable. Sigh. Who knows. Maybe if I’d had different underwear, I wouldn’t have spent those years loaded and depressed.

Cheers.

SSS