“Martin Stork:” Proof that I was a Progressive Kid

Last week I saw something I thought only happened on TV. It was like a TLC documentary had come to life before my very eyes. I was strolling through Target on my lunch break, picking up some groceries and your average garden department impulse buys.

While standing in line, something caught my eye. My first thought was “that is the tallest woman I’ve ever seen.” My second thought was “cross dresser!!” Walking past me was a large, muscular man wearing a floral, sleeveless dress, high heels and a necklace. No wig, in case you were curious. I was mesmerized, but knew that I had to resist the urge to stare. After all, I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, although one could argue he was already doing that to himself by wearing heels.

You see, I’ve always been super open-minded and sensitive to others’ feelings. What? Don’t believe me? Well, I have proof. Below is one of the books I wrote back in 3rd grade, along with my present day commentary.

Side note: If you’re having trouble viewing the images below on your phone, you may have to read this on a full computer screen. Sorry, I’d have a meltdown if I had to re-do them to be more legible.

I think the funniest thing about this story, aside from the drawing of Martin, is the fact that Michelle was based on my teacher at the time (the one who graded this). Her name was Michelle and she was tall, thin and pale. The picture I drew looked just like her. I actually idolized her and thought she was wonderful, but for some reason she wasn’t exactly portrayed in the best light in this story. I’m starting to wonder if this marked the beginning of my fall from teacher’s pet status. Or maybe it was the fact that I challenged cultural norms by drawing a 10 year-old transvestite before I even knew the meaning of the word? I guess I’ll never know…

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23 thoughts on ““Martin Stork:” Proof that I was a Progressive Kid

  1. Love this! I skipped over from Darla’s post, ’cause your location in Texas as well as your name intrigued me. That, and you’ve never eaten a lobster. How can that be? LOL

    This is a great presentation…I very much enjoyed it. We are going through issues right now with with two young female grade-schoolers on what constitutes “pretty.” My girls are fortunate to be eye beauties, but they both know that their real beauty is in their actions and how they treat others (people, animals, bugs, etc.). I’ll bookmark your site so that I can click around when I have more time. Glad to have stumbled upon you.

    – Shannon, http://www.dirtnkids.wordpress.com

    • Thanks for checking out my blog! I know…never had lobster. Such a crime. Are you in Texas as well?

      I feel like there’s some kind of moral to this story, but I’m having trouble figuring out what it is. It’s ok to cross dress? Real beauty is when you have a good brain? You shouldn’t be mean to others just because they’re different?

      Anyway, feel free to come back any time. I’ll check your site out soon as well!

    • Glad you liked it! That was probably my favorite part…I think I must have watched too much Anne of Green Gables or some old timey show where paleness still signified beauty.

  2. Alright, I’m going to be the creepy guy that says it (cause you know… that’s how I roll *brushes imaginary dirt off shoulder*) but that is just awesome penmanship, wait… penpersonship

    • Thank you so much for reading! It looks like you’ve made your way through a lot of my posts today. I’m glad you’ve enjoyed them!

      That story always makes me laugh. Clearly I rooted for the underdog as a kid. And not just any underdog…the cross-dressing underdog. I wish so badly that I could go back in time and see the expression on my teacher’s face when she read it.

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