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WomenMoveMe · 06-02-2012, 03:29 PM

As odd as this my sound, I too was called a 'Diva' a couple of times, and I am anything but femme.

It was back many years when I roamed the countryside, playing guitar and singing in bars and clubs. When used, it came from those that had somehow been touched by my words and music. Not by my attitude or apparel.

I sang in jeans, or shorts, or overalls, or whatever was handy, somewhat clean, and never ironed. Given the standard definition of the word, it was certainly nothing most would consider 'diva-ish'.

Essentially, I am not at all sure 'diva' can be compartmentalized. It seems to be one of those 'eye of the beholder' things. One of those personal perceptions along the line of 'you know it when you see or feel it'. I was not accomplished. I was not bejeweled or sparkly. I was the absolute opposite of high-maintenance. There was absolutely nothing glamorous about me. I was none of those things the universal 'we' think of when speaking of a 'diva'. Yet to some, it was the word used to describe my person and my performance.

I do not know the fate of those that called me 'diva'. Perhaps they were just crazy folks that now reside in mental institutions across the nation. Regardless, in a less than stellar performer, dresser, and music-writer, for one shining moment, they saw in me, a 'diva'.

06-02-2012, 03:29 PM	#15
WomenMoveMe Member How Do You Identify?: I just wander about and be! Relationship Status: Caution: Dead End Join Date: Oct 2011 Location: Kentucky Posts: 561 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 1,473 Thanked 2,100 Times in 417 Posts Rep Power: 21474850	Diva... As odd as this my sound, I too was called a 'Diva' a couple of times, and I am anything but femme. It was back many years when I roamed the countryside, playing guitar and singing in bars and clubs. When used, it came from those that had somehow been touched by my words and music. Not by my attitude or apparel. I sang in jeans, or shorts, or overalls, or whatever was handy, somewhat clean, and never ironed. Given the standard definition of the word, it was certainly nothing most would consider 'diva-ish'. Essentially, I am not at all sure 'diva' can be compartmentalized. It seems to be one of those 'eye of the beholder' things. One of those personal perceptions along the line of 'you know it when you see or feel it'. I was not accomplished. I was not bejeweled or sparkly. I was the absolute opposite of high-maintenance. There was absolutely nothing glamorous about me. I was none of those things the universal 'we' think of when speaking of a 'diva'. Yet to some, it was the word used to describe my person and my performance. I do not know the fate of those that called me 'diva'. Perhaps they were just crazy folks that now reside in mental institutions across the nation. Regardless, in a less than stellar performer, dresser, and music-writer, for one shining moment, they saw in me, a 'diva'.