There are a couple of commenters who pop up on my blog at times who clearly have an issue with me being a gay male. They seem to find some things that I write about of interest, yet they can't get past me being gay. Frankly, I do not understand why they bother reading what I write. I come as a complete package, gay, interested in life matters, buildings and architecture, public transport, cars, nature, tech stuffs, history, photography, people watching and a little bit of kultcha.
When I was a kid, my brother and myself carved roads into hard dirt for our Matchbox toys to travel along. We battered our Tonka toys into each others, denting my model Holden EJ wagon and his EH sedan. We shot frogs in the dam with our air rifle. I tried to shoot my brother with the air rifle, but that was a fail and I only shot a hole through a window. We climbed to the absolute tops of trees. I drove the farm tractor at a very young age, when it was not needed, along bush tracks day after day, exploring and always with a dog riding with me as my companion.
What a butch kid I was.
Yet I shall never forget the stony and embarrassed look on my mother's face when at the age of about six I said in front of her friends as I stood beside the fridge, "I am Peggy, and I am putting on my wedding dress". A modern parent might have immediately judged her son as being potentially gay. I don't know what my mother thought and I doubt I will ever ask her. Sorry Mother, for embarrassing you in front of your friends. I was showing off, but very inappropriately.
Mrs Woog's son is only a young kid, but I do see a potential gay. Thankfully Mrs Woog is a modern and accepting parent. Her son will be a well adjusted whether he is just effeminate, a stage he is passing through, straight, or gay.
Clearly the writing was on the wall when Shannon was a kid, but what understanding parents.
Myself, Mrs Woog's son and Shannon all exhibited some feminine behaviour when we were young. It is no surprise that I turned out to be gay, nor Shannon and I doubt Mrs Woog will be surprised if her son turns out to be be gay.
What does really surprise me is that there are a whole lot of gay blokes out there who were not like us, or only a little bit like us.
Out there in the world is a whole lot of different people. There are gay men who have never behaved in any sort of effeminate manner. There are truly straight guys who have no issue with gay guys or dykes because they are confident in their straightness. There are straight guys who just wonder. There are straight guys who do more than just wonder, and there seems to be rather a lot of them. While I don't know Shannon aside from his blog, I expect he found his sexuality at a young age, as did I. We could be described as confident gay men, but there is only one thing we are confident in, our sexuality. Otherwise we are as frail as everyone else.
For the record, it was one time I showed interest in dresses, although I do recall giving Mother fashion advice at times. Generally I liked doing more boy things, but I read a lot, and I am not sure that reading as a kid back then was such a boy thing. Who really cares. Your children need your love, more than anything else in the world. Pray to god that there are more Mrs Woogs around and not too many mothers around like Tess Corbett.