My Barbies were Lesbians

My mom refused to buy me a Ken Barbie Doll.  I am not really sure why, but I suppose it goes under the same category as The Little House on the Prairie, The Waltons, Tiny Tim and Jack Tripper, she just didn't like them.

I had the largest Barbie doll house EVER, and my friend, Sue and I would play Barbies for hours.  My mom and grandma hand-made Barbie clothes for my dolls, even a hand-beaded wedding dress and vail, that I still have.  I only had one problem, Barbie had no man to marry?  So she married my other Barbie.  Ya see, my Barbies were lesbians, they kissed, slept together, lived together, had kids together and geez this was in the 1970's.  I was way ahead of my time, or was it just the only way she could wear that wedding dress of hers?

I thought nothing of it?  Why not?  I was just playing down in the basement with my friend.  I was just using the toys that I had, and Barbie needed someone to love and hang out with, and, so, Barbie had Barbie.  I can remember thinking nothing of them kissing? Why is that? I never saw two women kiss? I didn't think anything of them sleeping in the same bed? Why is that? I am from the midwest, nobody even talked about that kind of stuff!



Perhaps it is because when you are little, love is love and to me Barbie had Barbie to love and that was the way it was.  There wasn't anyone there to tell her NOT to love Barbie. There wasn't anyone there to tell her (or ME) that it was wrong or bad? It just was a partnership.  Barbie wanted to get married and Barbie wanted to wear that dress and there was nobody there to tell her that God didn't want it this way, Nobody with signs protesting the marriage, nobody telling her that her kids will be a mess if she doesn't have a man in her life. Boy were things simple in that basement, love was love, a wedding was a wedding and making out with your Barbie partner was no big deal.

I never felt weird that my Barbies were lesbians? I never felt that Sue and I were enacting something my mom would object to?  We were just two kids playing Barbies, what a wonderful time that was...innocence.

I was sitting at the library with Emersyn the other day and this mom was having a cell phone conversation.  She was talking loudly, of course, and I was only 10 feet away so could hear every word.  She was describing how, at school, her teenage son was saying "Paging Dr. Faggot" about one of his teachers that "everyone knows is gay."  I looked around the library to see if anyone else was frozen from her words.  She was tellling the person on the phone that her son thinks being gay is disgusting and that he hates gays and, she "understands."  She then proceeded to repeat the "Paging Dr....." two more times while she laughed and "understood" where her son was coming from.  She described how the kids in the school were mad at her son, but then said that "those kids just don't understand him."  Oh I understood really well, the mother was a hater and her son learned it.  She thought NOTHING of speaking that way...over and over again in front of all these kids and moms at the Library.   I was amazed and sad at the same time, her hate was passed down.  Her daughter, GIA..(if I hear that name one more time..sorry) was tackling other kids, and she nocked down Emersyn's house with one hard kick to the base of the structure.  I'm saying there is a lot going on in that house, I think Gia wasn't too happy mom was on the phone the whole time they were at the library.

I get it, as I said before, not everyone wants to accept alternative lifestyles.  I understand that the Bible says this and that about homosexuality and people want to do what the Bible says.  But the Bible also says to love you neighbor and my favorite  "Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have doneit unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me."  Which means whatever you do, say, feel about anyone else, you do that to ME..JESUS..GOD. So the fact is, when you hate, you are hating, being mean to, judging, GOD, the big guy, no kidding.  So hold the Bible, yell, march, judge, but the fact is, you are doing all that to Mr. Big and he knows it. To me it makes sense to just love everyone, let them figure out their own life, let them live, as they let you live.  MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!

I think of it this way, I don't want anyone EVER telling me who I can and can't marry. I don't want anyone protesting what I do, making me feel bad for the way I feel, or judging who I love. So I don't do it to anyone else. PERIOD. EVER. DON'T DO IT. What you do to anyone, you do to me!! PERIOD, He's not kidding.  God knows those people are gay, he's got it covered, he doesn't need any help from any of us.


I always wanted a Ken doll, I still don't know why I couldn't have one?  He was so cute and had a nice body.  I was always jealous of my friends that had Ken.  Ken really never had any good clothes to dress in, all those weird green polo shirts and tan pants.  Well... I guess with a wardrobe like that, Ken was probably straight?

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