Let's Hear it For the BOY!

 I recently read my childhood diary. I found a particular entry that really stood out. To say I've been a very open-minded, accepting person for a long time is clearly an understatement. It seems I have always been drawn to people who are a little "different". Actually, let me clarify that. Different according to society’s incredibly suffocating standards.  

In my entry of January 18, 1984 (it's not a typo...1-9-8-4!) I wrote about my love for George O'Dowd, commonly known to most as Boy George. Yes kids, the Karma Chameleon of Video Hits and Good Rockin' Tonight. The dread-locked, fedora wearing songstress who ripped my heart out every time he sang 'Do You Really Want to Hurt Me' (NO my love...I would NEVER hurt you). I was teased incessantly by my square classmates because he "looked like a girl" and wore make-up. I didn't care. I LIKED boys that wore make-up. I STILL like boys that wear make-up. I remember getting into arguments and screaming at the top of my lungs in my deafening 12 year old girl screech..."I DON'T CARE IF HE IS A TRANSVESTITE...I LOVE HIM" (I have another diary entry to this effect). I'll be perfectly honest, this was Saskatoon circa 1984...I was 12...I had no fucking clue what a transvestite was. All I knew was that he was different and didn't care, he caused a stir and I LOVED him for it all. 

So, without further ado, thank you Boy George for making me so open minded and accepting at such a young age.

Now please join me in accepting everyone, JUST AS THEY ARE!

You Know You Love Me,

Stacey xo


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