Man Of My Dreams

My mother has reffered to me as a gay man trapped in a woman's body.

My parents were hippies. I was born in the sixties to an interracial couple. An all out flower-power-ring-of-daisies-in-my-hair-home-made-clothes-peace-sign-necklace-wearing kid. You know the type. Many of my extended family (related by love, not blood) where different races, religions and sexual orientations.

I grew up with aunts that had wives and uncles with husbands. My parents sent me to Quaker school and there I had friends that had 2 mommies and/or 2 daddies. It was no different in my world than having 1 mommy and 1 daddy. Black could be with white, Love was love.

So cut to my teenage years, I was completely drawn to boys/celebrities that (unfortunately) turned out to be gay. Not to say they were feminine. Au contraire! I like a manly man, which they were. And while they thought I was fabulous, I might have been there soul mate if I'd just been a boy... sigh. There was just a certain something an understandning or a connection that I felt with a gay male that just wasn't there usually with the straight ones. But its wasn't by any means a loss, I have a number of really amazing male friends that love me and have no ulteriour motives... lol

So now many (MANY) years later I think I know what I have been looking for all this time.

I want it all!!!!! I want a manly man that can protect me (Grrrr) and cry when our 1st child is born. He can sweep me off my feet, literally, (I'm not a wisp of a girl) and make me melt inside with just a look.

Basically my inner girl has been searching for a romance novel hero. That gruff, manly rouge, with the heart and soul of a poet. Which (in many instances) means he's gay. Gahhhhh!

One of my guilty pleasure is trashy romance reads... the hero's are so flawed and that makes them all the more yummy. They are rough and stubborn, and in the end they are perfect.