No lyric today, although to be honest The Smiths or The Manic Street Preachers could have provided suitable material. Today’s title is from Mary Ann Evans, or to use her homme name [wink], George Elliot. Hmmm, a guy pretending to be a woman quoting a female author with a male pen name. Coo, post-modern eh? 🙂 Don’t be fooling into thinking I’m well read – I’m just quick with a search engine.
I don’t know what I find interesting about quotes or sound bites (to use a modern term). Perhaps it’s the joy of language. Talking of which, a couple of posts ago I had a bit of cod Polari and after leafing through a few sites on the subject, I was surprised to see how much of it had entered mainstream language.
Secrets and lies, they’re funny things. In some ways a well kept secret can be a good thing. There are bits of information you pick up about people that you really cannot pass on. Real cross-your-heart stuff and no, I don’t mean the bra range.
But, I digress. The truth? Or more accurately, the truth about being TG. Would what it be like to be out? Oh You Tee – OUT. Not in an in-your-face Sparkle t-shirt at work or wearing lippy when picking the kids up from school, but more a ‘no more secrets’ kinda way? Complete openness with your wife/GF and honesty with your friends. Would that be a good thing for the TG community and your own feelings, or is it just the selfish need to fob the guilt on to a third party? What price would you pay for your honesty and what benefits would outweigh the risks?
Of course, being in the closet is luxury. Our full-time (transitioning/transitioning) cousins don’t get that choice. Even if you can pull off ‘deep stealth’ there’s a time when you’re still finding your feet, a time before you perfect who you are.