Dear Diary, yesterday I showed myself very brave, and I know
there’s no way back now, but I still feel a lot of doubt. It all has to be
perfect, but luckily Raven, Riley and mother are there to support me.
My first fear were the
saleswomen in the shop. What would they think? However, my fear had no ground.
These ladies were very well prepared and were expecting my arrival. Apparently
they even enjoyed putting a boy like me in beautiful dresses.
The plan was that
Raven and I would wear the same dress at the wedding, so we both had to look
good in it. What I also suspected was that it would be a long hunt. I think
Raven and I tried on about twenty dresses, so we spent a couple of hours in the
shop. I was a bit nervous at first, but all those women were so encouraging
that I was soon relaxed.
In the end we all chose (yes, I agreed with that choice) a
short white dress with a big bow and thin shoulder straps, but I'm not going to
show it to you today, Dear Diary. You won't get to see those dresses until the
day of the wedding.
The fabric was quite thin, so I have to be careful what I
will wear under the dress. I had put on my black boyshorts panties, but they
were visible through the dress.
"Hmm, I recommend underwear in skin colour, or pink, or
red," said one of the saleswomen.
Of course, the other girls thought that was funny. Well, if
I can choose, it will be red. The color of Mars. Then there's at least one
masculine element in my outfit.
Afterwards, we all went out for a bite to eat, and the
girls' enthusiasm was still not tempered. They kept talking about the wedding,
and what they could do, and what they shouldn't forget, and who should take
care of what. Luckily I don't have to worry about that. I have agreed with
Raven though to practice tomorrow after school.
"What do we have to practice on?" I asked.
"You'll see," she answered.
Of course she liked to keep it a secret for a while. It
didn't really matter to me. I was looking forward to another evening with Raven.
When mother and I came home, it was already quite late, but
we still had a little chat in the couch. It turned out to be an emotional
conversation, because at a certain moment I asked:
"Mother, what would dad have thought about me doing
this?"
I saw that she was having a hard time with that question,
but she answered anyway.
"He is no longer there to tell you, but he would have
fully supported you, I’m sure. Your father was quite popular with everyone who
knew him. He had accomplished a lot in life, until that stupid illness became
fatal to him."
It's true. He also loved me very much, and I loved him.
"He was a soft man, but for him that was a way to get a
lot of things done. He hated men trying enforce their decisions in an authoritarian
way. He felt that no one should feel bad about a decision, and if they did, he
would try to help those people in a different way."
"But his son as a bridesmaid?"
"He must have had to get used to that idea, but if he
saw that you felt good about it, he would have supported you. Especially if he
knew that you would be doing other people a great favor with that. He would
have been proud of you."
"And all those sessions with Riley?"
"My feeling is that those sessions have done you good.
I think you feel better in your own skin, although there are uncertainties now that
were not there before. And I also expect some obstacles in the future, but I
think you're going to come out stronger, too. I admit it, I'm not very sure.
But what I am sure of is that we have grown closer together again, and I am
very happy about that, since I see a part of your father in you."
I sat down next to my mother and laid myself against her,
just like when I was a little boy.
"I love you, mother."
Dear ukkiezorro: i do so LOVE this and all your stories in which, for me, you unfailingly strike all the right chords. This last chapter is the latest lustrous pearl in a lengthening strand as Skylar continues to learn to be true to his-her truest self. The last lines spoke so poignantly to me: "I sat down next to my mother and laid myself against her, just like when I was a little boy. . . . I love you, mother. . . . I love you too, Skylar." The source of SO MUCH of the unhappiness in this world is the separation of boy-children from their mothers, but THAT is too much to discuss here. Perhaps later. For now i must pirouette away. With a curtsy of grateful thanks and O O x x O O Laurianna
ReplyDeleteThat must have been the quickest comment on this blog EVER. I am happy to read that I'm pulling the right strings. To be honest, I want to play these chords, but it is very encouraging to read that there's someone who feels exactly the same way. xxx ukkiezorro
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