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Perhaps because my parents had named me Claude, and Claude is a name both for boys and girls in France, I always wanted to be a boy. I was what the French call un garçon manqué, a tomboy. When I was a child, every year there was a fancy dress ball at the town hall in district and all my girl-friends would dress like princesses or fairies. Not me! To me it was the ideal opportunity to dress as a Captain Hook or a musketeer. My best costume ever was a cowboy’s. I had the Texan hat, a toy revolver, hanging from a belt, a red scarf, neatly tied around my neck I can’t remember where I had found cowboys’ boots and can remember how wonderful it felt to walk with what I thought to be a cowboys’ gait. I had even drawn a fine moustache on my upper lip.
The only problem was no boy wanted to dance with a cowboy and no girl would dance with a girl! Nothing is perfect!
- First 50 Words triggered my memory and gave me the idea for this post.
- I made my cowboy avatar at the mini-mizer, where you can make your own 😉
- These days, this is more how I would see myself.
- When I first thought of a pic for this post, I rather fancied the flamenco moo, but she was a ‘she’, so I rejected her.