#SongoftheDay I Heard it Through the Grapevine (Marvin Gaye)
If you grew up in the 80s, chances are you associate this song with the California Raisins. I do. And I associate the California Raisins with a T-shirt I received as a birthday present from a girl at school.
For me, the 80s was a great time to be a queer kid. It's funny how, when you're a kid, you just KNOW stuff about yourself. Like, I could have told you at 8 years of age that binary gender didn't work for me, if I'd had the words to say so. Then, as you grow up, you kind of let the world talk you into behaving in a certain way, presenting in a certain way, and you talk yourself into doing those things, too.
Anyway, there was a girl in my class whose parents were big-time against gender stereotyping. That played out mostly in them encouraging their daughter to do "boy things" like playing sports. They only bought her masc clothes, and when it was birthday party time, the gift her mom bought me was a pair of black corduroy trousers... and a California Raisins t-shirt.
I never wore either of those items of clothing, because they were about a million sizes too big for me and, to be honest, I didn't like them. I'd grown up wearing "boy clothes" because my only older cousin was a boy--I got hand-me-downs from him. I dressed pretty masc throughout my 20s and into my 30s, not so much because I liked masculine clothes (or... did I?) but because I felt like I had to compensate for this tiny fembot body I have. I didn't like people looking at me and seeing a woman.
The funny thing is that, now that I'm more secure in my nonbinary identity (haha secure... like I'll ever be secure about anything...) I find myself dressing more femme. Femme is fun. It's taken me a lot of years to realize gender identity isn't locked to a specific gender presentation. Or, it doesn't have to be. I can be NB and dress however the hell I want to, because it's my identity and it's my body.
So that's what I think about when I hear this Marvin Gaye tune. It's a lot.
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Readers of adult fiction can also buy my books or check them out from your local library. Supporting my AudioErotica endeavour on Patreon would also help me hugely!
But you don't HAVE to do any of that. I'm very happy to get a daily visit from you, so just keep coming back.
Oh, and I also recommend hitting the "Subscribe" button at the top of the page so you won't miss a song!
See you tomorrow!
Giselle
For me, the 80s was a great time to be a queer kid. It's funny how, when you're a kid, you just KNOW stuff about yourself. Like, I could have told you at 8 years of age that binary gender didn't work for me, if I'd had the words to say so. Then, as you grow up, you kind of let the world talk you into behaving in a certain way, presenting in a certain way, and you talk yourself into doing those things, too.
Anyway, there was a girl in my class whose parents were big-time against gender stereotyping. That played out mostly in them encouraging their daughter to do "boy things" like playing sports. They only bought her masc clothes, and when it was birthday party time, the gift her mom bought me was a pair of black corduroy trousers... and a California Raisins t-shirt.
I never wore either of those items of clothing, because they were about a million sizes too big for me and, to be honest, I didn't like them. I'd grown up wearing "boy clothes" because my only older cousin was a boy--I got hand-me-downs from him. I dressed pretty masc throughout my 20s and into my 30s, not so much because I liked masculine clothes (or... did I?) but because I felt like I had to compensate for this tiny fembot body I have. I didn't like people looking at me and seeing a woman.
The funny thing is that, now that I'm more secure in my nonbinary identity (haha secure... like I'll ever be secure about anything...) I find myself dressing more femme. Femme is fun. It's taken me a lot of years to realize gender identity isn't locked to a specific gender presentation. Or, it doesn't have to be. I can be NB and dress however the hell I want to, because it's my identity and it's my body.
So that's what I think about when I hear this Marvin Gaye tune. It's a lot.
If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and visits every day, the easiest thing you can do is tell your friends about the site. Tell anyone you know--particularly people who are isolated and enjoy music.
Readers of adult fiction can also buy my books or check them out from your local library. Supporting my AudioErotica endeavour on Patreon would also help me hugely!
But you don't HAVE to do any of that. I'm very happy to get a daily visit from you, so just keep coming back.
Oh, and I also recommend hitting the "Subscribe" button at the top of the page so you won't miss a song!
See you tomorrow!
Giselle
