LJ Idol Week 3, Topic: In Another Castle
I suppose things would have been different if I'd grown up in another castle. Perhaps I'd have been a Lady, proper and gentle and well mannered. Perhaps I'd have been more concerned about my appearance, my status, my friends. Perhaps my star would have risen higher.
But no, I grew up in the medieval version of West Side Story. The wrong side of the tracks. My SCA Mother prided herself on honesty and self pride and standing up for yourself. She was big and bold and larger than life. And she was no Lady. So I've never really been one to play the part of a Lady, although I can fake it for a while if I have to.
No, no Lady here. Just a brash, loud wench. Corseted up and more exuberant than polite society is used to. I'm inappropriate at times. I tell crude jokes. I expose skin. I laugh a little too loudly. I take pride in my assets. All 3 D's of them.
And my star has never risen very high.
I don't know the *right people*. I'm not included in the *right circles*. Sometimes I'm not sure how I feel about that. I have, at times, yearned for the recognition and praise of those bright shining stars. I'd once gotten the idea I'd like to be one of them, and had gotten some good advice on how to start making my way in that world. Only to feel like a bumbling fledgling in a flock of soaring songbirds.
My friends tend to hang around the edges. They are square pegs in a world of round holes. But they are transparently honest and giving people. If you need a sword by your side, then they are the ones you want to stand with you. They are not songbirds and their stars have not risen very high.
My castle is different from that of those bright shining songbirds. Life here is lower, rougher, less *polite*. There is, perhaps, less recognition for the work one has done. It is less political, for certain. But I find it to be more honest, more open, and more loving.
Yes, I suppose things would have been different, had I grown up in that other castle. But when the sun sets and night comes and the fires are lit, I truly know where home really is.
But no, I grew up in the medieval version of West Side Story. The wrong side of the tracks. My SCA Mother prided herself on honesty and self pride and standing up for yourself. She was big and bold and larger than life. And she was no Lady. So I've never really been one to play the part of a Lady, although I can fake it for a while if I have to.
No, no Lady here. Just a brash, loud wench. Corseted up and more exuberant than polite society is used to. I'm inappropriate at times. I tell crude jokes. I expose skin. I laugh a little too loudly. I take pride in my assets. All 3 D's of them.
And my star has never risen very high.
I don't know the *right people*. I'm not included in the *right circles*. Sometimes I'm not sure how I feel about that. I have, at times, yearned for the recognition and praise of those bright shining stars. I'd once gotten the idea I'd like to be one of them, and had gotten some good advice on how to start making my way in that world. Only to feel like a bumbling fledgling in a flock of soaring songbirds.
My friends tend to hang around the edges. They are square pegs in a world of round holes. But they are transparently honest and giving people. If you need a sword by your side, then they are the ones you want to stand with you. They are not songbirds and their stars have not risen very high.
My castle is different from that of those bright shining songbirds. Life here is lower, rougher, less *polite*. There is, perhaps, less recognition for the work one has done. It is less political, for certain. But I find it to be more honest, more open, and more loving.
Yes, I suppose things would have been different, had I grown up in that other castle. But when the sun sets and night comes and the fires are lit, I truly know where home really is.