Hope all you Miss Things had a FABULOUS weekend. The Queen actually spent time with relatives that I’ve not seen for many, many moons. It is a humbling experience to acknowledge the passing of time; and recognize how susceptible and grateful you are to memory and nostalgia. And how much you can eat when there is free food available.
Just for a smile.
The Washington Post held its annual Spring contest asking readers to create dioramas using the popular Peeps marshmallow treats. It’s a wonderful amalgam of satire, politics, pop culture and creativity. Check out all of the entries if you have time. The Queen found himself going from “huh?”, to laughing out loud (speaking of which: how often when you type “LOL” are you ACTUALLY laughing out loud?).
Pondering on Perceptions
When the Queen met his Ex Partner a few weeks ago, of the many things that had changed, the fact that each of us had gained a considerable amount of weight was the most obvious. However the knowledge that we could audition for The Biggest Loser: Couples didn’t turn either one of us off. in fact, there was something about unwittingly becoming super-sized middle-aged men that was kind of comforting. Maybe it was because it showed our vulnerability. Maybe it was because we now got our money’s worth at the Golden Corral Buffet.
Whatever it was, the Queen became aware of a dirty little secret that I was carrying around: Other than the health issues that obesity can carry with it, I was comfortable with how I looked. Now I’m not saying that I wouldn’t mind being the size of the image in the avatar I created. But if I’m being honest it’s more about ego and other’s perception of me, than it is about my own.
It never ceases to amaze me how we, as a society of consumers, buy into the idea that we should never truly be happy with our physical appearance. There’s always something that we should change. There is no question that I want to be healthy. And I fully realize that at my age carrying around extra pounds is more than likely not affecting my ageing body positively. However I also know that I have no desire to look like a cookie-cutter image shown in the mature dating ads all over the web. I like the grey that is showing up in my goatee. I walked out of a store in some of the new garments that I bought as a result of the wonderful advice I got from you Miss Things (thanks EVER so much!), and I overheard a gentleman say to his friend: “Yum! What a HOT portly papa!” I considered grabbing and having my way with him in a department store dressing room, but thought the better of it.
The Queen is just weary of feeling guilty because I am comfortable with myself in this moment. I’m finally at a stage of life in which I truly have no desire to be white, or taller, or buff-bodied. I understand that there is something to be learned from where I am right now. Now my neurosis is feeling guilty about not feeling guilty. As Roseanne Roseannadanna used to say:“It’s always something.”.
BY WILLIAM WARING CUNEY
She does not know
she thinks her brown body
has no glory.
If she could dance
under palm trees
and see her image in the river,
she would know.
But there are no palm trees
on the street,
and dish water gives back