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Tomboy (part 2)

So, I’ve been thinking about that revelation that I may still be a tomboy, that I wrote about yesterday.

Am I?

Today I had the opportunity of getting my hands dirty working on my motorcycle, but I watched my guy friend do the work instead. I talked about it with him, how I have no interest in doing mechanical stuff.

After he got it fixed and put back together I road it home, took a shower because it had been hot in his garage and then promptly put on a light summer skirt and fluffy top, slipped on my crocs dress shoes and took my car to the car wash.

I read the definition of a tomboy…..and maybe I’m somewhere in-between instead. I only meet some of the requirements according to this definition.

 

Definition:

A girl who’s not fucking afraid of spiders. She doesn’t care if her hair’s not perfect, she uses cozy clothes (bras especially) rather than the latest fashion and she hangs out with boys instead of bitches. She knows how to fix your car but not how to apply the perfect eyeliner, she loves wrestling in the rain but not walking in high heels. She thinks twice before putting a skirt on, then thinks again and goes for jeans instead. Her closet’s full of black and blue clothes instead of pink and she sleeps in an old t-shirt. She’s always herself.
“I’m a straight girl with messy hair and a funny sense of humor. I ride a black motorcycle, I love climbing and kick boxing and I’m probably better at card tricks than you. I’m a tomboy.”
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Well let’s see…..I’m very afraid of spiders, but have learned to not scream like a little girl about it. My hair is never perfect. I don’t do hair products or heating elements on it. Usually it’s ‘wash/scrunch and go’. I just spent the last 2 days working on my bike with a guy friend. But, I also spend time with some of my gal friends. I know how to hang out with guys more-so than girls though. I have no interest in learning how to fix a car/bike, and i still don’t know how to do eye liner correctly especially the liquid kind. I haven’t been wrestling in the rain since I was a kid, but did have a good wrestling match with a hot guy friend a couple of weekends ago. Does that count? I hate high heels. I do like to wear skirts, especially if I’m feeling naughty. I’m enjoying wearing jeans again. Guilty. My closet is mostly black and purple (not blue) and I really don’t like pink at all. I’ve slept in old t-shirts for years.
As for the quote, I only match part of that as well.
I’m not straight, I’m bi (or pan). I usually have messy hair though I’m not sure anyone finds me humorous. Yes, I ride a black motorcycle. Though I would paint it purple if given the chance…..maybe….the black has grown on me. I would climb if I was strong enough, and would love to try kick boxing. I haven’t tried doing card tricks before.
So, am I a tomboy? Hmmmmm…..I’m definitely not femme.

Tomboy?

I heard someone use the word ‘tomboy’ lately and it reminded me that that’s how i used to classify myself. I was raised with my younger brother, and 3 boy cousins. Though i have 3 half sisters, we weren’t raised together. And though I have about 30 girl cousins, we rarely spent time together. Not only that, but because I didn’t have a save home environment, I never made girl friends. My mom wouldn’t let me go to anyone’s home and I wouldn’t invite anyone back to mine, so it was hard to make girl friends, or any friends at all for that matter. There was one neighborhood girl I spent some time with, but she was much younger than me.

My time growing up was spent climbing trees, roaming the woods, swimming in the river, learning how to shoot rifles, playing football with the guys. There was an unspoken rule that I was one of the guys. And if one of my cousins friends laid a hand on me in the wrong way, they wouldn’t be invited over again.

I actually found it frustrating when my brother and cousins got ‘Evil Kneival’ wind up toys and I got Daring Debbie. Pink. Then, they were bought cap rifles. I got one, but it was pink. Again. Yuck. To this day I really don’t like the color pink.

I used to love wearing denim….once I was allowed to wear denim that is…late high school. Before that I was made to wear skirts and dress pants (with tennis shoes of all things).

Then, for some reason I thought I was too tomboy-ish and started trying to be feminine. Not that I’m not, but I started trying to figure out makeup and how to do my hair and skirts and dresses. I never really got good at it. I still don’t know how to do makeup and don’t really care about my hairstyle too much….though I have tried to make a point to pay more attention to it over the last couple of years after losing 100 pounds. I still don’t like pink.

One of the reasons I went with skirt and dresses though was because I was 100 pounds heavier. Very round. Pants were hard to find and I had to give up jeans all together. Hell, the first time I found out about jeggings I was in heaven. The problem was that I had told Dan i liked skirts because i didn’t have to wear panties and it made me …..”accessible”.  *grin* So, it became an order that I only wear skirts and dresses. I wasn’t allowed to wear pants without permission. Since I like to please him….a lot….I rarely asked to wear pants.

Well, let’s look at now…..now I have a motorcycle. I’ve had the belly surgery so that I can wear jeans again. And I do think I’m hot in jeans if I do say so myself. Jeans, boots, t-shirt, denim or leather vest, wide belt. I’m really liking the look.

Deep down, I have a feeling…I’m still a tomboy. 🙂