Gal on the Move
I love being a lesbian. Every day is an adventure through the emotional ups and downs of the women of my community. But we must collectively admit that we can be incredibly dramatic. When I get on a plane, leaving behind people and things I would have been involved in, I get the opportunity for perspective.
One of the first things that people started asking when I announced I’ll be getting married this summer was whether I plan to change my name. My last name, already, is hyphenated because my father took on my mother’s maiden name attached to his. Over the years it’s been a source of pride for me. I always that it was cool that my dad loved my mom so much that he didn’t want her to be the only one to change by getting married.
Many people struggle with the understanding of what they want to be when they grow…
As I sit to write this, we are in the throws of the Christmas shopping season. My niece-in-law got up from our Thanksgiving gathering to catch the pre-Friday sales that are sadly becoming the new norm. We have Black Friday starting on Thursday, Small Business Saturday and Cyber Monday to entice us to open our wallets to feed our need for products consumption before the Thanksgiving leftovers are gone.
Your ‘you-ness’ is the thing that makes you, you. Your ‘-ness’ is the essence of everything that makes you truly amazing and wonderful. There are many things about us that are similar, yet even identical twins aren’t really identical. Everyone is unique and wonderful in her or his own way. Everyone has her or his own ‘-ness.’
I’ve always known that daydreaming wasn’t something you were ‘supposed’ to do; you are ‘supposed’ to be thinking, not letting your mind wander.
But I never thought it was that bad.
The accident happened right before I was scheduled to go on retreat to work on my book. I had a whole schedule of events leading up to leaving town, plus a detailed agenda for my retreat. Everything changed when I sprained one of my hands in the accident. As a writer, having a sprained hand is a bit challenging.
As I got older, adventures seemed to stop being around-the-corner affairs. The desirable places weren’t accessible on road trips – you can’t drive to Paris. Flying became a necessity. Now, I’m on a plane every week. Compared to 30 years ago, it’s not so glamorous.
I like to joke that when I realized I was gay, I couldn’t be in the closet – there was no room with all of my clothes! I know that I was fortunate. I lived in New York City and worked in fashion. No one cared if I was gay – just whether I was fabulous.
As the “Gal on the Move,” I have a lot of things on my social calendar (Shameless plug: check out my newest blog for Out Front, “Things to Do in Denver When You’re Gay”). I really enjoy spending time with my community. Parties, art openings, fashion shows, burlesque, drag shows, movie premieres, live music; you name it, we’re doing it. Denver is a hot and happening pla
