Talking With Papa Bear

Welcome back, dear readers of the page! Today, I wanted to write a little bit about my recent (Friday) conversation with my dad, who I affectionately call Papa Bear. He is a great guy, and has always been an excellent father and man. He has accomplished so, so much in his time on this planet. Military – Army – retired full bird, flight surgeon, airborne, officer, the list goes on and on. Oh yeah, there’s more. He was an OBGYN for many years, with many achievements while working. He, then went back to Theology school and graduated with a doctorate. He is extremely active in his church, and that community, I really could go on and on.

Papa Bear (and Mom) got me into soccer. They took me all around the Southeast states for traveling teams, soccer camps, you name it. Me and my dad even refereed a couple of seasons together. He took me to what I consider to be one of the most momentous times in my life – the first time I saw Les Miserables at The Fabulous Fox theater in Atlanta. This was years ago, when I was a kid. My mom didn’t want to go, and that allowed me to go! Oh my god!! I remember being so so so overwhelmed and overcome with emotion and passion and the feels. It was insane. And that sparked my desire and love for Broadway and musical theater of all forms. Of course, both of my parents had us watching The Sound Of Music for many years before then, but being at the theater, with the beautiful painted dome of a ceiling; the plushness of the entire evening was entirely enchanting, and I owe that entirely to my dad. I don’t think he really knows how significant an event that was in my upbringing. I mean, I haven’t accomplished anything, other than not killing myself, but I like to think of myself as a lover of words, and a crafter of words.  But still, seeing Les Miserables from the fourth row orchestra was an amazing thing. Back that up by seeing Phantom Of The Opera, where the chandelier comes crashing down – we were right under the damn thing! It was freaky! And amazing! Stunning! And the sound of the organ! Holy guacamole, these events, and a lot more like them, shaped me into the way I think and entertain ideas today! The way I interpret art, poetry, writing,and music. Yeah, school can bring some of that to the table, a scholarly way to look at art and music, poetry and writing. But I think that the constant feeding of art-positive activities, of introducing kids to all kinds of art early in life, builds a certain character, and a certain beauty of mind and an all together wonderful and whole way of thinking and forming ones mind.

Anyway, on Friday, Papa Bear called me to talk about my decision to have GAS. We never have deep conversations, and he acknowledged as much, going so far as to say that he is like my grandfather in that way. This is fine with me. I know he loves me in no uncertain terms, and now I know that he is not going to disown me either, lol. I don’t know why I freaked so much. They (my parents) are entirely decent people, just very cis het and not understanding or knowing too much about trans issues.

But, my dad and I had a good conversation. Of course, since he was and OBGYN he had to tell me a story of a “burly 6’4” police officer who had GAS and had some bad complications. And, yeah, it is terrifying, but not terrifying enough to change my mind, hahahaha. Hopefully, more than trying to change my mind, he wanted to make me more aware of the potential after effects of the surgery.

The point of this whole post is that my Papa Bear is an entirely decent person, who didn’t disown me, and still loves and supports me. He still won’t call me Sophia, lol. But, we’re in a good place!

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