A Black Dress and a Mystery

Pushing through the lobby doors into the humid Houston night, I feel free. At this moment, I understand that I am completely without restraint. My life is, for better or worse, mine to live.

It is a wondrous moment, one instance in which all sadness falls away.

Perhaps it is the dress – a black item that equals the green dress in sheer attention garnering potential. The only difference being that the green dress is loved by gay men and the black dress is loved by straight men. My friends call it my confidence dress – I don’t know if it is because it takes confidence to climb into it and head out, or because I get attention in it – thus building my confidence. Perhaps all this confidence allowed me to finally feel blessed.

No matter the reason, the black dress and I made the rounds at the Alley last night – watching a play with a friend from the office. It was delightful. No one concerned about where I was, or who I was with or when I would be home. Simply me, going and doing whatever I want, under a big Texas sky.