Boy George

I’ve been hearing my sisters mentioning the name Boy George. Well, I found out that it’s a new “label” for lesbians – Boy George = Tomboy.

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I really have a feeling that some of my relatives have the sentiment (or even may be convinced) that I’m a Boy George. I was really shocked when my dad told me that I could just adopt my granddaughter to my niece. He said, “ikaw na lang ang magpalaki.” My father would always speak out these words whenever a new baby is born in the family. Aside from that, he even called me “Carlo” the other day.

It's understandable that at their age, my parents are quite excited to have a grandchild (even grandchildren) of their own. Few years from now (as in super few), they will be Senior Citizens. However, it isn’t acceptable that they are thinking that I am a hopeless case. They are thinking that I wouldn’t be able to give them grandchildren because I’m a Boy George.

There’s nothing wrong with being a Boy George. I know some people who’ve chosen to become lesbians but are enjoying their lives. A Boy George can be a good person too. But it’s wrong for my relatives to think that I’m a Boy George. It’s not because I despise lesbians but simply because I am not one of them.

Funny that back in High School, my classmates would tease me to a close girl friend. It still happened in college where I was again teased to another close girl friend (Duh, different set of people already). I guess I may be acting too boyish. But that’s a way of expressing myself. That’s my way of telling the people that I can protect myself and that I don’t need to be “too kikay” or “too girly” just so I’d look beautiful. For me, it’s quite redundant to act too girlish just to tell the people that, “Hey, I’m a lady!” (Similar to this idea: “Bakla ka na nga, naka-pink ka pa.”)

Ironically, some women who act girlish and kikay are those Boy Georges. My former officemate admitted to me that she’s a lesbian and I was really shocked. She’s a lesbian but she wears overly sexy dresses (plunging necklines, super-fit blouses). Apparently, the way we act could never be the sole measure for people to judge our sexual preferences.

Other people think I’m a Boy George because I don’t entertain suitors. They think that I’m awkward of being liked by men because I’m a Boy George. I can’t blame them for thinking that way because there are some girls who readily entertain suitors – interesting or not. Well, the awkward feeling is not because I’m a Boy George. More than feeling awkward, I feel irritated (I even want to throw up sometimes) when men I don’t find interesting show interest in me. I really could never entertain them.

I’m pretty sure that I’m attracted to guys and not to women. Thus, I’m sure I am not a Boy George (Magpaliwanag daw ba).

It’s just sad that people who should know you better (e.g. Family) are those doubtful of your personality. Then again, they may just be worried about me. They may just be worried that one day, instead of bringing home a man that I’d settle with, I’ll be bringing home a girlfriend. Ah, they are so paranoid.