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I Don't Fit In A Box

Chopper Chick

Don't try to fit me in a box; a hand, a foot, an ear, or an attitude will most likely 'stick out' somewhere.

You can't fit me in a political box; I'm a paradox. A gun-toting liberal who believes in choices, who believes everyone gets ahead by hard work - not handouts. I believe in my right to choose; reproduction, gay friends, friends of color,  jobs, hair color, tattoos, and partners.

You can't fit me in a parental box; I parented my kids the same way my own parents did - I did the best I could with the awareness and the resources I had at the time. If you fit me in a box, you pass judgement. If you look at my kids and say ,' she shouldn't have done that,' you make the mistake of overlooking all of the things I DID do.  And at some point, our children acquire free will and all of the 'boxed parenting' goes to hell anyway. I look at my daughters as young women and know that, for the most part,  I 'did it right.'

You can't fit my sexuality or my gender, or my behavior in a box; I am the sum total of my experiences. My life today is a direct result of the choices I have made along the way. And my dance card fills up fast, so don't be offended when I say, 'sorry, I'm busy.' It's not personal, it's all about me. 

You can't fit my music in a box, my choice of literature, and certainly not my choice in clothing! Weird is just a side effect of awesome. 

Boxes are nice and neat - I color outside the lines - a lot. I don't live my life like others think I should - and I'm okay with that. I enjoy not having to ask permission. I am loyal to my own personal sense of values and I surround myself with friends who honor that as well.

Just don't fit me in a box; there isn't one that will contain me.

"Buy the ticket, take the ride" HST




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