Wednesday, January 1, 2014
Life On The Periphery
It also happens when, as recently, I get wrapped in a warm cocoon. The past two months (my birthday and the holidays) were a shower of love, gifts and well-wishes. What a welcome wave of affection.
Today, a thought suddenly popped into my head about how inexplicable this is. How odd that people visit my blog. And like what I post. I mean, I'm a person of confusing gender, older by decades than most readers, and I talk about strange things like motorcycles, Bitcoin and sociology. According to prevailing norms, I shouldn't be followed by anyone, let alone sweet bloggers with benevolent spirits.
Despite being unable to explain this reality, I savor it. I gratefully wallow in it. After a lifetime of isolation due to my gender-deviance, I embrace that quirk and accept any good that comes from being honest about it. I celebrate who I am -- because who else can I be? This is my only authentic self.
Thank you. Thank you for reading. Thank you for being nice to me.