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lyric · 11-30-2011, 05:57 PM

When I was a kid, a lot of my friends were madly in love with Bo Duke from the Dukes of Hazzard, little Rick Schroeder from Silver Spoons, or even Michael J. Fox from his Family Ties days. In contrast, I was enthralled with Jo from Facts of Life, Yentl as Anshel in the movie Yentl, and the character, Terry, from an 80's movie called Just One of the Guys that some might remember, a movie about a girl who went in male drag pretending to be a boy for a piece for her school newspaper. Did I mention Anshel from Yentl? I was heartbroken that Anshel and Hadass, Amy Irving's character, did not have sex on their wedding night. How tragic.

And then there was T.

I'd known T since kindergarten. She was the only girl I knew who only ever wore pants all through elementary school, and the fact that she wore pants and a tie and hung out with the boys at the fifth grade dance was really baffling to me. Baffling... yet the sight of that girl with the short hair in that tie standing on the boys' side (because in the fifth grade, we had a self-imposed gender segregation thing going on at the dances) was something I couldn't tear my eyes from. As we went on to middle school and I documented my boy crushes in my diary, I ended many diary entries with a numbered list, "Boys I Like", and more than once I thought to put T on the list, but as a sixth grader, that was a little more than scary to me. Soon, middle school turned to high school and we ran in completely separate circles; I was one of the cheerleaders, and she was, well, just kind of a loner who seemed to make an increasingly obvious effort to look more and more like a boy. She abandoned her feminine first name in favor of her initials, TC, and created quite the scandal when she sent a new girl an 'admirer' letter, asking her on a date. I wish I'd had more courage then, because my closet adoration was kept such a well-hidden secret that I'm certain that TC had no clue that I knew she existed. No matter how hard I tried to be what I thought my parents wanted and expected, no boy ever sent those butterflies swirling from my stomach into my chest the way TC did.

11-30-2011, 05:57 PM	#52
lyric Junior Member How Do You Identify?: Queer Femme Preferred Pronoun?: she Relationship Status: quiet and content Join Date: Feb 2010 Location: Springfield, VA Posts: 88 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 161 Thanked 303 Times in 56 Posts Rep Power: 3971634	When I was a kid, a lot of my friends were madly in love with Bo Duke from the Dukes of Hazzard, little Rick Schroeder from Silver Spoons, or even Michael J. Fox from his Family Ties days. In contrast, I was enthralled with Jo from Facts of Life, Yentl as Anshel in the movie Yentl, and the character, Terry, from an 80's movie called Just One of the Guys that some might remember, a movie about a girl who went in male drag pretending to be a boy for a piece for her school newspaper. Did I mention Anshel from Yentl? I was heartbroken that Anshel and Hadass, Amy Irving's character, did not have sex on their wedding night. How tragic. And then there was T. I'd known T since kindergarten. She was the only girl I knew who only ever wore pants all through elementary school, and the fact that she wore pants and a tie and hung out with the boys at the fifth grade dance was really baffling to me. Baffling... yet the sight of that girl with the short hair in that tie standing on the boys' side (because in the fifth grade, we had a self-imposed gender segregation thing going on at the dances) was something I couldn't tear my eyes from. As we went on to middle school and I documented my boy crushes in my diary, I ended many diary entries with a numbered list, "Boys I Like", and more than once I thought to put T on the list, but as a sixth grader, that was a little more than scary to me. Soon, middle school turned to high school and we ran in completely separate circles; I was one of the cheerleaders, and she was, well, just kind of a loner who seemed to make an increasingly obvious effort to look more and more like a boy. She abandoned her feminine first name in favor of her initials, TC, and created quite the scandal when she sent a new girl an 'admirer' letter, asking her on a date. I wish I'd had more courage then, because my closet adoration was kept such a well-hidden secret that I'm certain that TC had no clue that I knew she existed. No matter how hard I tried to be what I thought my parents wanted and expected, no boy ever sent those butterflies swirling from my stomach into my chest the way TC did.