Dating a tomboy
Growing up, I was definitely what you would call a "tomboy." Still am. Let's just go ahead and get this one out of the way. I know this is a shocker to family and friends alike, and that you probably thought the childhood friend I used to play with every day would end up being my secret lover (I actually had someone tell me that), but it's true, I like boys.
I love who I am now, but have not always loved the assumptions people made about me when they looked at my clothing or behavior. And yes, although I did play softball in high school, I am still not gay. Growing up, I had friends who were girls -- little girls who liked to play with Barbies and baby dolls and play house. Don't get me wrong; I was a big Rainbow Brite fan growing up.
I related more to Ken or the male roles than I did to Barbie or the female roles.
It was easier for me to be the boy and like playing sports and going fishing and various other "manly" things, than it was for me to be the girl and pretend to like pink dresses and makeup and white, glittery ponies. I was also too young to understand that it was OK to still be the mom, or the daughter, or Barbie, and just make them who I wanted them to be. I mean, that whole nurturing thing that's supposed to come natural to most girls?
Some tomboys are gay and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that, but it is possible to be a tomboy and not be gay. This one might confuse people, but it's true and I'll get to the confusing part in a minute. In order to get these friends to do what I wanted to do -- like play tag or Nintendo or have races or climb trees -- I would often have to give into what they wanted to do. I know, girly, but my boys watch "Dora" and no one questions their manhood, so leave mine alone. Can you imagine popping wheelies or splashing through mud puddles,or doing any kind of tricks with this thing? But I'll give them a pass on this one because despite this little misunderstanding, they were great parents and allowed me to be whoever I wanted to be: boy, girl, tomboy or just ME!
Just like it's possible to play softball and not be gay. Now don't get me wrong; I would absolutely love to just get out of bed, throw on a t-shirt and jeans and some bomb-ass Jordans and head out the door, but I can't do that. And if I'm being honest, I actually enjoyed playing with dolls. I should also mention that all my children are boys, so that makes life a lot easier for me. Anyway, I'm not sure who my parents had mistaken me for this one lovely Christmas morning (they may have been smoking more than cigarettes), but I'm pretty certain I never gave them any signs that this was me. So ultimately, that is my message here: Be who you want to be. I throw like a girl, I run like a girl and more importantly, I kick ass like a girl!
Are you wishing he had first seen you in full makeup and evening attire? Your sportswear taunts him with your physical assets very nicely, and your active spirit sends him the subliminal messages that you understand his robust lifestyle and might also be a playful, fun and lively sex partner as well.Dress her in Ken's clothes and put her in a Lincoln Log-made cabin instead of some girly Barbie mansion. I say what I mean, I mean what I say and I usually don't care who hears it. Most people who knew me growing up probably never figured I'd be a mother at all, let alone a good one. Hook her up with a 1967 Chevy C-10 with Custom Sport truck instead of a pretty, pink convertible. It's clear that dresses just aren't practical, and I preferred the clothes Ken wore to the lacy, girly things Barbie did. I will admit I do tend to censor myself quite a bit more now that I'm a mother and "respectable" wife. But I've had a potty mouth since a very young age, so I don't see the point in changing now. They always watch their words and walk in poise and proper demeanor.Their outfits are mostly composed of anything that screams GIRL, including sugar pinks and pastels, floral prints, and happy little polka dots with frills and lacey lace.