Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Afternoons As Endora by Richard Blanco

Via BuzzFeed

I was a boy who hated being a boy. I couldn't catch a football or throw a baseball. I didn't learn to ride a bike until I was nine years old and never played outside with those boorish boys next door — Randy and Ricky. Instead, I made Pillsbury Dough cookies and latch-hook rugs, drew flowers in my notebooks, and proudly displayed my paint-by-number scenes of Paris. I hated dogs but loved my cats — Miso, Ferbi, Butter — combing and dabbing them every day with baby cologne. I preferred my mother's Tupperware parties to Clint Eastwood movies and fancied her gossip magazines over all the butch toys — the Erector set, Hot Wheels cars, and cap guns that were approved "for boys" by my grandmother.

So far, he sounds like me...

4 comments:

Upton King said...

Agnes Moorehead remains one of the most underrated actresses of film. The Magnificent Ambersons to this day remains a thrill. And I just adored her in "Hush, Hush Sweet Charlotte." That said... I loved my Hot Wheels. And my dog. Just as much as I liked playing with my sisters' Barbie Dolls and listening to Janis Ian. - Uptonking from Wonderland Burlesque

Tamayn Irraniah said...

I can see some of it. Although the dough cookies only happened around Christmas, and my mother didn't socialize with most people in my hometown. It was not for lack of trying that I didn't play with the other guys at school, but more that every time I tried, I ended up with broken glasses and a furious mother. So I just gave up, and stuck to reading.

Writer said...

Upton, I'm like you. I was equally happy playing with my sister's Barbies or my own Matchbox cars or GI Joes. But honestly my favorite thing to do was to climb up into this fir tree at the end of our driveway and give the branches haircuts. :)

Writer said...

Tamayn, I always gravitated to the women in my life. I could, even as a kid, understand the girls more than the boys. Boys, and today men, were these closed books that also seemed to be in another language. I think it is part of the reason why I feel so lonely still in recovery...I so want to hang out with the gay guys in my AA groups, but I still just don't get them.