As a personal twist, I wish to add an associated response and then offer the significance of the original word…
Dapper – (Kink!) Dapper is as dapper does, I guess. Lately? It may well be the most used adjective when folks comment to me… As with so much of my life, the whole dapper dress to-do seems a logical sequence of tiny little evolutions. It feels like the only sensible place for me to be. I am fortunate that I found such a ridiculously affordable place for such fine clothes. I like being conscious in my choices. Sometimes it feels like ” I want to be not that but most often it is a genuine process. I think every one should find the occasion to dress smartly; it draws some of the kindest compliments. It has been incredible for my soul.
Brazen – (Hussie!) Although I would admit it is an applicable term, internally I feel I am simply being who I am driven to be. I am not sure exactly where or how my body image developed. I suspect that my parents incidentally created a sex positive child by encouraging me to always like myself for who I am without feeling shame for what others thought or said. Add in to that the fact that they never mentioned sex around their children, good or bad.
Add also one part of oppositional child and I think the deal is done. This world (at least this part of it) is so freakin’ Puritanical… Someone has to help break that repression apart. If not me, then whom? It has to start somewhere.
Kindred – (Connection) I think most folks seek kindred souls in the world, although different folks have different definitions. For this meme, I will take the leap considering the source and venture to describe a kindred survivor. I am only now, five years out, beginning to see the survivors of cancer. Previously, it has been most nothing but the deaths. That sits very heavy on my shoulders. There is a pwoer to surviving such a rotten thing. Some folks are afraid because they fear cancer so much; others stand in awe of the strength they know it must take to survive. Me? Again, I don’t think I did anything special, except stay true to myself and how I wish to be in the world. It taught me more solidly to be nice to nice folks, but my intolerence of mean folks hit the roof. Bah!
Back to the point. I rejoice whenever such an odd duck as myself manages to find someone easy to relate to… when one of the ticky boxes of compatibility is cancer, a huge sigh of relief excapes my ribcage… Perhaps I am happy to just not have to try to explain the unexplainable. Perhaps it is the relief of knowing the person truly can understand how completely rotten it is.
In the broader sense of ‘kindred’ I look for ‘like me’… I just have a broad sense of the term… those seeking or open to evolution and growth…
I think I have found a great number of folks that fit that definition, which makes me happy.
Fearless – (Leader…?) I think (think!) I am close to fully fearless… The true deeply rooted fears of my youth all proved themselve foolish as I grew. The worst was the fear of losing friends for being gay. Not one single person I considered close ever left for such a thing. I am fortunate in that. Lately, I have some lingering suspiciona of shadows way off to the horizon. Perhaps I am harboring hidden fears, perhaps I just need a rest from all this tiresome crap… My mind sees no value in holding fears. or perhaps closer is the idea that they should be faced and dispelled… Either way, I don’t see myself holding fears for very long. I find a lot of inner power in facing them down. There is also this odd thing I hold to much of the world. If I fear someone will leave me… if they actually do, I seem inherently to understand that they were not worth my investment in them. Maybe that is dismissal or justification, but it leave me in a good mental space…
Outré – (Limits! LOL) Similar to ‘brazen’ I see myself simply as ‘just am’… but of course relatively speaking I am every bit eccentric, unconventional and bizarre. To borrow from Nathan Lane: I am fully aware of how ridiculous I am. But also I am aware I am many other things. I sometimes suspect that I am bizarre simply for not having a drive to follow trend. I literally consider certain things less when large numbers of others take up the habit. For the most part, I consider that a healthy trait of mine…
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