The swing of the pendulum is the perfect analogy for my RLT.
When I first lept from behind the uber-masculine facade that I had
painstakingly constructed of denim and barbed-wire, over the course of a few
decades, I felt exposed and insecure. I did the only thing that I knew to do and
that was to build another facade. This time the building materials were satins and lace.
Internally, the pendulum took more the form of a wrecking ball. As I progressed further
down my path of self discovery, each swing of the ball would knock loose a piece
from the opposing facade, until now I am able to stand unshielded before the
world comfortable with who I am. I still "clean up" quite well in satin and
barbed wire but usually it is casual in denim and lace. I wish I had been
able to find this happy medium, in presentation and minset, earlier on,
perhaps my assertions that, "I am still the same person only packaged
a little differently." would have rang a little truer for those I
had knocked for a loop, when my closet door exploded.