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Of Bigfoot and Cross-dressing

By Hannah Cruz

The newsroom was bustling one day when an average looking man walked in and asked if we purchased photos from the public.

Someone pointed him to the editor, who asked how she could help him.

“I have a picture of Bigfoot,” he said.

My back was turned on the conversation, but I covered my mouth as I desperately tried to choke the laughter back down.  My colleague glared at me as tears threatened to spill out of my eyes.

The man patiently explained to our editor how he found Bigfoot, and that he thought it was something we might be interested in.  The photo was on his cell phone, a blur of green and brown, and didn’t look like much.

Our editor told him the photo wasn’t large enough to publish in the paper, so she’d have to say no. The man understood, politely said thank you and walked away.

Then the other day another person walked in, wanted to see our editor. Tall socks, shorty-shorts, a fitted t-shirt, long white hair and a pink baseball cap could only mean one thing: A cross-dressing man. And a war veteran, at that.

He walked by and a sour stink lingered in the air. His legs were crossed, his hands perched on his knees as he relentlessly ranted to my editor about one veteran issue or another.

My editor tried to satisfy his concerns without success, and eventually ushered him out of her office and on his way.

I have to admit I got a lot of amusement over observing these two men. Neither of them seemed to be aware that they were socially awkward or “unacceptable.”

But then I thought, do I push those boundaries? The answer is probably yes. Sometimes I pick wedgies at inappropriate times. I’ve been known to ask strangers to hold their babies. And I awkwardly cough when I’m nervous. Who am I to judge weird?

What are your Bigfoot photos or cross-dressing moments? How do you push social standards and expectations? How do you define “normal”? How do you define “weird”?

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6 thoughts on “Of Bigfoot and Cross-dressing”

  1. I'm a 'Squatcher' and a Cross Dresser, and I'm a Latter Day Saint! As I get older the more compassion and empathy I have for others. I have learned that it is never appropriate to judge others for any reason whatsoever. The only exception is to fight and call out Bigotry every time I see it. I am Bigoted against Bigotry. Any efforts or acquiescence to denagrate, belittle, demean, alienate, disenfranchise or otherwise exclude others IS Bigotry. Most importantly, no one should ever be judged by externals or perceptions. Infinate Diversity in Infinate Combinations. Like President Monson says,"Be your Best True Self". I would love to hear from you. Tell me what you think.

  2. Socially awkward ?

    Like 19-year olds trying to talk to complete strangers about Jesus, and who ask them to stop smoking, stop drinking alcohol/coffee/tea, and stop having sex until they get married, AND pay 10% of whatever they make to our church?

    Mormons are all about social awkwardness.

    Well, it's been that way with the true religion in every dispensation.

  3. How do I push the boundaries of standards and expectations (social and otherwise)? I have considerably more children than the average American.

    (But I usually don't bring them all to the grocery store with me at the same time. ;))

  4. I have been both the giver and the receiver of socially awkward moments. I chat people up at the store, the bus stop, the post office, etc. I have been known to drop and do push ups at the grocery store when asked if I need help with my groceries. Recently, I had someone chat me up at the YMCA, and I couldn't figure out if he was being friendly or flirty. Because I volunteer at a skilled nursing home, sometimes those with memory challenges do odd things. I am currently deciding how to deal with a retired pastor who has recently started hugging me as a way to gain access to giving me a swat on the behind. I have known him for a year, and this is a personaly change based on cognition probles, but I skipped my last visit to him because I'm trying to get a game plan. We are all a bit odd, but when is it endearing and when does it cross over into a warning sign of potentially dangerous behavior?

  5. I have narcolepsy, so I've been known to take naps in some unusual places, and at inconvenient times. Usually once or twice a day at the office, I pull out my yoga mat and crawl under my desk at work to nap. (I work in a cubicle–no privacy!) I'm sure I've startled more than one coworker.

  6. There isn't enough space on every blog in the world to tell all my awkward moments. I seem to live to humiliate myself.

    And….I actually believe in Bigfoot. 🙂


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