I am a woman with many obsessions. My main obsession is
ice cream, but I am not writing about ice cream, today. Instead, I am writing about my other obsession and my other obsession’s offspring.
Now, before I get to the other obsession and the other obsession’s offspring, I want to remind you of the fact that I am a fan of Dancing with the Stars. Go ahead, judge me. I stand behind my random fandom. In fact, I proudly admitted to being a fan here, in this post. (Go Sugar! Go Sugar!)
I also want to let you know that the ‘Stars’ participating in this season of Dancing with the Stars were announced. Stick with me on this, please.
One of the stars included in this season of Dancing with the Stars is Chaz Bono. Chaz! Chaz Bono!
When I found out Chaz was a contestant on Dancing with the Stars, I squealed like a school girl. I did. Because, my friends, my obsession is Cher. Ack! Cher! Love her! And, I am certain Cher will be in the audience to watch her son perform. Who knows – Cher may even sing on the show. Ack! I love Cher.
So, the morning I heard Chaz was going to be on the show, I sent an email to two of my sisters, whom are also Dancing fans. They, too, openly admitted their Cher obsession. (It must be genetic.)
My sisters and I chatted back and forth about Cher and Chaz. I was surprised to find out Chaz is 42yrs old. My age. When I think back to my kid years and watching Sonny and Cher, I see myself as older than Chaz (then Chastity). I never dreamed we were the same age. S/he was so young then! I guess that means I was young, too.
How is it I have memories of such an early age? Powerful memories. My obsession with Cher started with the Sonny and Cher show. I wanted to be Chastity.
Now, when I see Chaz, I see – so clearly – the face of the little kid held by either Sonny or Cher. I remember how shy Chaz was on stage, her little face grimacing a sweet smile. Chaz still has that sweet smile. He still has the glow of his Mom and Dad. The only difference between Chaz now and Chaz then is the fact that the grimace is gone.
Chaz found himself.
Chaz had the courage to withstand the peanut gallery, withstand the judges and critics. Chaz was true to Chaz. Chaz was true to his being. He made it happen, and his sweet smile is proof he is where he needs to be. He is where he wants to be.
Why can’t others accept that? Why can’t people leave other people alone? Perhaps those who are judging and those who are critical are jealous of Chaz’s courage? I’m not suggesting these judges and critics are gay, lesbian or transgender and not willing to admit it. I’m merely saying, perhaps they are jealous of the fact that Chaz did what he wanted to do without getting bogged down by the backlash. Maybe these judges and critics wanted to be circus performers or shave their head and cover it with a tattoo, but they feared the backlash. I don’t know.
What I do know is Cher is proud of her son. Regardless of how Cher reacted when Chaz first talk to her about how he was feeling, Cher still loved and supported him.
Keep in mind, being shocked doesn’t mean one doesn’t accept. Every parent has a story for their child playing out in their own mind. When the story is altered, a parent is likely to be shocked, at least to a certain extent. But again, being shocked is not nonacceptance.
Being shocked is OK.
Lashing out at differences? That’s unacceptable. The hate that is filling social networks, entertainment columns, etc. is shameful. Shameful and unacceptable.
Truth be told, you are different, too. And, maybe you hide what is different about you, because you fear you would be judged. Well, what would happen if you stopped judging others? What would happen if you stopped pointing out the differences of others? What would happen? Imagine the ripple effect….
I know you are a guy, now. More power to you for embracing the man within you. Still, I hope you will forgive me. You see, whenever I look at a picture of you, I see the sweet, little baby face of a girl I once watched on television. I watched you on stage with your Mom and Dad. So forgive me, because you still have the sweet, little baby face – even if that baby face was born a girl. (Plus, you look like your Mom. Ack! I love her!)
Now go kick some dancing butt, and bring home that mirror ball trophy!
Hugs (assuming you don’t mind. If you do – then just regards),
I love you. I cried when you came out on stage during one of your concerts in Atlanta. In fact, I think I cried throughout your entire performance. Cher, I used to roll my eyes at those silly fans who broke down in tears when they would see the object of their fandom. Yet, when I saw you walk out on stage – I became that silly fan. And, if I were to ever meet you – as silly as it may be – I would cry. Well, first I would get embarrassed and turn bright, bright, BRIGHT red. Then, I would cry.
You – your appearance on TV and in film – your songs – your outfits – you – all of it – got to me; you still get to me. I wonder… do you wear socks with sandals? Outrageous, right? I rock the look. I do. I’m thinking you could, too.
Hugs, (See above for note about hugs to Chaz.)
P.P.S. I hope to see you on Dancing with the Stars (or in person – whatever works.)