tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post1579863786927729930..comments2024-03-29T11:10:24.423-04:00Comments on Femulate: A fish out of waterStanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10259788604423472207noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post-31499638499649508912015-03-19T20:18:19.240-04:002015-03-19T20:18:19.240-04:00Paula, what a coincidence! I was too called a &quo...Paula, what a coincidence! I was too called a "banana" during my youth, but for different reasons. In Singapore, when a Chinese (or any yellow-skinned oriental) shows preference for "western" ways (which I do, in many ways) he or she is called a "banana", that is, yellow on the outside, white on the inside, like a banana!Azure Angelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03704780760442064900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post-35614461333626451142015-03-19T12:03:02.533-04:002015-03-19T12:03:02.533-04:00Ouch!! You're giving me flashbacks.
I started...Ouch!! You're giving me flashbacks.<br /><br />I started putting on my height earlier than most of the boys, which I now understand is common with girls. Like you, everyone thought I should be good at basketball and my results were just like yours. Coaches were sadists. Probably picked up commissions from the therapists, which is where I've spent a lot of my time.<br /><br />I was terrible at all team sports and locker rooms were terrifying. I had big boobs for a boy and no one let me forget it. I'm 60. I was recently on a walk with my wife. We took a short cut across some playing fields, which led us across a deserted football field. She has always been a great athlete and was surprised when I told her that I could feel a whiff of anxiety for just walking across the empty field.<br /><br />Interesting, the exclusion from team sports eventually led me to extreme individual sports. In my younger days I jumped out of airplanes, scaled frozen waterfalls, scuba dived on old shipwrecks, and similar stuff. Bless my alpha wife, the two of us still ski extreme terrain, although with more huffing and puffing than I once did. I've enjoyed these activities but often wondered if they were an unconscious over-compensation for being called a sissy, fem, whimp and all the other sweet terms the sadists had for me back then.<br /><br />Unlike you, I did not have the good sense to stay away from alcohol. Bless my Irish genes, how I could drink. That pretty much stopped the bullying. Tough to bully when you are driving the porcelain bus. Alcohol comes with a cost, however, and when I chose my femme name, I picked the last name as a reminder of the destruction that drinking can bring to relationships. Drink to excess and I dishonor my name. It's worked.<br /><br />Thanks for a great post. Sorry to hear you lived through it. Glad to hear I was not alone. :-)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14834381508532618833noreply@blogger.com