Some of the experiences I've recounted in this blog are part of my "previous life", if you will. In fact, my other blog--on which I haven't written much lately--started as a kind of journal or diary about my transition from that life to the one I'm living now.
But maybe, just maybe, I've finally come across le mot juste (Pardon my French, s'il vous plait!):
When people learn that, for many years, I moved through this world as a guy named Nick, the question they most often ask is, "When did you know?" Like so many things in my life, I knew about it long before I had the words for it.
Another piece of self-knowledge that came to me before the language I needed to describe or explain it is that of my sexual orientation. Even after I came to terms with my gender identity, I still struggled to explain, in any way that would make sense to anyone else, my attractions. Gay, straight, bi, homo, hetero, lesbian, pansexual, asexual: None of those terms seemed to fit.
But maybe, just maybe, I've finally come across le mot juste (Pardon my French, s'il vous plait!):
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Nice Post...
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Hmm - I draw the line at recumbents...
ReplyDeleteI'm sorta with Accordian3, at least if red flags are considered to be needed. Red flags are - red flags.
ReplyDeleteMutterfly--Thank you. I had fun writing it!
ReplyDeleteAccordion3 and Steve--I have never ridden a recumbent. I'd never ride one in city traffic. But, perhaps, one day I'll try one in some rural area.