Pushing the Envelope

Life is just too... rigid.

We live in societies that have rules upon rules and layers of acceptability upon other layers.  I find that as I age, I can't help but question more and more of them.

I should probably mention at this point (actually, I should have mentioned it before) that there is a strong possibility this post will prove to be vague... perhaps excessively so.  But I'll try to clear up what I mean...

I work in what could be described as a "traditional" field.  One in which men are men.  They do manly things.  They lift heavy objects.  They get greasy and dirty.  They grunt about horsepower.  They make disparaging comments about their wives they'd never genuinely have the courage to make to her.  You know... "man stuff."

But they're also remarkably close-minded.

I'd like to avoid too much detail, partly for concern that others in my line of work be construed too negatively (indeed, they are all good people... just people who have led 'traditional,' homogeneous lives).  Part of my vagaries I hope to "protect the innocent," so to speak.  I have not asked permission to speak about the following people, so I don't wish to offend in the extremely unlikely event they stumble upon this blog (seriously, a Barbie/Mr. T boxing match in which Ike Turner is the victor is a more likely scenario than that...).

But at any rate, I have a pair of female customers who come in on a semi-regular basis who are among the most pleasant and nicest people in the world to deal with.  They're both intelligent, witty, and strike up great conversation.  And they're just damned pleasant to deal with.  Most of my staff have encountered them on more than one occasion.

To my staff, those young ladies are just "those lesbians."

Oh, did I fail to mention that they were lesbians?

Of course I did.

BECAUSE IT WASN'T RELEVANT.

Or the two extremely polite customers who are always interested in learning more about how their vehicle works and why.

They aren't "those nice, inquisitive women."  They get branded as "those cross dressers."

Failed to mention that one, too?

Again...

NOT RELEVANT.

Let me take a quick aside here, lest I be judged as "another Internet soap box guy."  I will be the first to admit that when I was younger, I made the mistake of falling into that crowd.  I made the mistake of placing someone's sexuality or personal proclivities over the person as a whole.  Took one aspect and made a judgment.

But as I matured and more life experiences took hold, I came to realize how stupid that was.  There's only one run at life... so shouldn't we strive to enjoy it?  More importantly... what makes us think we have the right to determine how someone else enjoys it?

I've been a tabletop wargamer for many years (I'm going somewhere with this, I promise).  I once heard someone say something about wargaming that has stuck with me.

"No one has the right to tell you how to enjoy your hobby."

I just wish that could apply to life and that we'd loosen up; mix black and white, gay and straight, Cardassian and Bajoran...  and have people stop fearing or dwelling on certain traits.

I admit that I've kind of lost where I was going here.  It's late, I'm tired, and this was, admittedly, poorly plotted in my mind... but I hope it gets you thinking.

It's got me thinking... I've been afraid off a story for some time... in part because of the classic fears, and in part because of society's envelope.  I didn't know how far I could push it before the tapestry of my story unraveled; before my words were ignored as a cheap vessel to write "smut" or "advance an agenda."

Honestly, I still don't know how far I can push.

And I am still afraid.

But I think I need to put aside that fear and write.  Tell the world my story.

I encourage you to do the same.