Day One. Pageant.
Every Girl Wants to be That Other Girl.
So, here I am in St Louis for a week at the Miss Gay America Pageant. Hoping to bond with several people and I have found my new girlfriend. One of Arnold’s dancers, Charlie, and I met serendipitously at the bar –well, hello, it’s five o’clock–and had a cocktail and a chat. Charlie is a dancer and about half my age. Very petite. In the course of our conversation, I said to her, “every woman wants to be a dancer.” I was very taken by her response–“Every woman wants to be that other girl.” When she said that I knew she had totally nailed it. That is so true. I have always known this but I forget it. It is so true. Every girl really does want to be that other girl. So sad. Okay, ladies–here’s your challenge for today–love yourselves. If you are short, love yourself. If you are tall, love yourself. Whatever–love yourself. Because if you don’t love yourself, how the hell you gonna love somebody else? And if you don’t love yourself, how the hell you gonna expect someone else to love you? Can I get an amen up in here? So, first day at the Miss Gay America Pageant and I am bonding with a real girl. I thought this post would be all about our fabulous limo ride from Nashville to St Louis with Arnold’s wonderful, supportive parents. (I LOVE the Myint family). Or, maybe about all the fabulous queens in the lobby. Or, whatever. But, it’s about the fact that I met a woman half my age who totally gets it. I love young women who get it. Wish I had had a clue when I was 34.