Someone's Knocking at the Door

Someone’s knocking at the door.  Who might it be?  Could it be your personality seeking an opportunity to shine?  Simplicity sometimes escapes me.  Given the nature of my upbringing and exacerbated by my profession I seek complexity, having to remind myself times may offer the shorter path to solution. 

Played golf over the weekend with friends.  Midway through the front nine one of the foursome asked, “Did you see the latest Bruce Jenner thing.  It was two cereal boxes side by side, one was Wheaties and the other was Fruit Loops.”  I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand at attention.  Taking a deep breath I gathered by thoughts.  The next question made my stomach tighten.  “Do you think he’s faking?” If you know this girl you know she can’t keep thoughts and opinions (surprised?).  I measured the responses in the following way.

“Do you think he’s been faking it for thirty years?  Do you think he’s wearing makeup and pretending to go through the nonsense of nasty stuff in the press?  Why would anyone do that to themselves for attention?  Jenner is already wealthy.  I could think of better ways to make a living other than ostracizing myself.”  There was a pause and a few “that’s a shame” phrases tossed in.  But of course I didn’t stop there.

“I have friends in the LGBT community.  And my company works with many people in that community.  This is serious and it’s not faking.”  The eyes seemed to focus; maybe trying to decipher the messenger.

“Sure there may be some who have fetishes about women’s clothes.  Everyone has a fetish.  And if you think you don’t, then you have a fetish for denial.”  I came up for air, so wanting to probe them but thought better.  Discretion and valor and all those quaint anecdotes.

The balance of the morning progressed without a hitch.  In fact I think the conversation fueled my femininity to play a better game.  I played the best back nine of my career, a solid 8 over par, two putting (both bogeys) at least two greens that could have (should have) been pars.

So there is hope for me yet; another opportunity.  Maybe I didn’t change the world but I think I got three people to look beyond the blinders of conventionality.

Hurray for the First Amendment.  Freedom of speech is alive.  Now we need to parlay that into freedom of physical expression.

As a learned world leader once said during the darkest hour of his nation’s existence, “This is not the beginning of the end, this is the end of the beginning.”

Make today the new beginning and let your light shine for the world to marvel.  Be beautiful, be you! [Feeling a morning shower coming on, joyfully!]

Love and hugs, Nikki DeCaro