string ties and horses

once upon a time, a long, long time ago ... i used to believe i was strange. why?... you ask...or not, as you see fit. well, i was different, i was not the same, i marched to a different drum ... or so i believed anyway. let's face it, we probably all have a need to feel unique, unusual... and from my own arrogant view point (i have no shame!)...superior.

i enjoy being me, i always have, i have no need to fit into a neatly prescribed slot. i was delighted to find out i was a dyke, albeit a sleeper, totally unaware for the first 56 years of my life.i mean...heck...it explained so much, the desire to wear cowboy/girl hats, the intense disdain for most female attire, the reason i was so happy when string ties and waistcoats came into fashion along with the bell bottoms.i totally loved my school uniform as i got to wear a tie! i still wear a tie at times, it is a fashion statement and has nothing whatsoever to do with my butchy leanings...no really...
i have one dark, deep red tie with small cream elephants...tres elegante. then there is my black and silver tie, when worn with a black suit and a crisp white shirt..ah man...even the straight girls want me!whilst on holiday in florida with herself, her daughter (a charming and thoughtful lass...scarily intelligent) took us to the tutankhamen exhibition at...i think it was west palms...is there such a place...
anyway , it was great, we had fabulous pizza and the exhibition was marvelous ...which reminds me ...i really want to take a trip to london and check out those terracotta warriors. where was i ...ties, oh yeah, so herself bought me a wonderful blue silk tie with gold camels while we were at the exhibition.this small act was a giant concession to my strange love affair with ties, herself considers my desire to strut around in a tie, well...weird, not to mention...embarrassing.

then there was the thing with horses...i was born loving horses and i no way came from a horsey family. i love their smell, their feel, their warm horse breath, their foot stamping, high stepping, dancing and prancing.i rode even though i had no saddle and no idea of how to inform the poor beast of my intentions. i spent a lot of time...on the ground, every now and again unconscious, did i mind...hell no, just get up and try again.there really is no understanding love.
i think i must have been 55 when i visited a medium, i was desperate for a message from my mann. he had no message from beyond, but he told me i walked with a small herd of horses behind me, made perfect sense to me and now when i need them, well...i am able to see them.so perhaps, just perhaps mind...i may actually be a little different!

damn, this is growing into a blog of epic proportions and i still wanted to tell you about a previous life and why i love blogging. never mind...maybe another time.