Monthly Archives: July 2013

Is that a girl?

A baby was not just born and placed in gender-neutral green or yellow clothing making you question its sex. Nope, you don’t have to ask the parent that awkward question and get that ‘you couldn’t tell?’ glare.

No, that didn’t happen at all. What did happen was a brief encounter on my sunday morning bike ride.

I took my usual route.. saw a few runners..a few helicopter pilots cleaning their choppers. I saw a handful dragonflies. But what I didn’t see coming, nor prepare for, was ‘the question.’

I was cornering a transformed abandoned airport hangar, the usual one that I corner all the time, and was surprised to see its bay doors open. I just quickly glanced and pedalled on my merry way. When I was not too far from the building I heard some tools rattle. “I guess it wasn’t empty like I thought,” I said quietly to myself.

Then I heard it.

A mans voice from behind me muttered, “Is that a girl?”

I felt a pang in my heart as soon as his sentence dropped. There was no one else around (except me, very female).

Granted, my hair is quite short. My figure is a little bulky (thus the bike rides). I was wearing a baseball cap and glasses. My arms have a number of tattoos (I feel this is relevant somewhat). But. Is that a girl??

For a brief moment I felt like circling and going back to the hangar so this person could see how female I am. (It was a brief moment).

I kept on pedalling. I took a partial new route on the way back; weary.

It was a completely valid question, I suppose. But a question that caused me some grief briefly. I’ve been very tomboy-ish all my life. There isn’t a tool I can’t name nor handle. I have a certificate that states I’m an automotive service technician and have toyed with engines since I could stand.

But I also wear dresses – short ones, long ones, tight ones, loose ones. I wear high-heeled shoes. I wear make up. I wear a smile that suggests, and a smile that brings regret.

Is that a girl? Yes. That’s a girl that has her life together, and is improving, day by day.

I said in my last blog post that some things are better left unsaid – I wish that man knew the weight of that sentence.

M.

Image

awake

rest your back
your spine needs you now

rest your arms
your hand has a story to tell

rest your eyes
they’ve seen enough

rest your mind
there’s a time and place for me

rest your pen
there’s more than words can free

weed out my indiscretions
tell me i’ve learned my lesson
throw me under the bus
watch me squirm

i’ll be here in my fortune
finding things we lost in the disconnect

it may not seem like very much
but infinitely,
we soar.

M.

Carnage.

Carnage.

Happy hour

Hey. So i’m out of hibernation. Truth is I’ve been so busy with work, home life, and friends, I haven’t had time to look at my blog at all. Which I suppose is a good thing — though I always find myself coming back here when I need to vent. Which, I suppose is a bad thing.

In any case.

I find myself at a weird spot in life. Turns out I take things too seriously. (Yes, apparently that is a newsflash for me). Maybe I’m just an emotional person. Maybe I should just shut up.

Happy hour

Happy minute
Happy second
It doesn’t seem to last long
When you open your mouth and failure falls out
Wish I could blame it on something or someone
But it’s always been me
And my inability to see.
Happy minute
Happy second
The times you hold closest to your vital organs
The times that seem shorter than their allowances
The times that slip away so easily.

M.