Friday, December 24, 2010

The Island of Misfit Toys By: CiCi Kitten

When I was growing up, one of my favorite parts of the holiday season was the animated Christmas specials on TV. There were a lot of them, and more seemed to be added each year. But, if you ask me, there were three that were a cut above the rest: A Charlie Brown Christmas, How the Grinch Stole Christmas, and Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. There were a lot of other specials… Santa This and Santa That, and Frosty and so forth. But in the days before home video and DVD’s, these three were the programs I’d wait all year long to see.


And they’re also the ones that I can still watch today. As a grown-up. And not be embarrassed. These are the ones that have really great stories, wonderful songs, and truly magical moments: from Linus’ speech about what Christmas is all about to the Grinch’s heart growing three sizes to Rudolph and his friends learning that Bumbles bounce. Do you remember any of this? I can’t forget it. Even though these programs played on the small screen, they all seemed bigger than life to me.


Okay, so why am I mentioning all this in a tgirl blog? Why am I not going on and on about the corset I want for Christmas or the sexy pumps I saw online or the cute guy I want to kiss under the mistletoe? It’s because when I watch these programs now, I see these characters and these stories in a whole new light. With a bit more maturity, and a lot more years of experience. (More experience than I care to acknowledge actually.) It’s funny how you notice different things. It’s funny how some of the story elements take on a whole new meaning.


And that brings me to the Island of Misfit Toys. Do you remember them? They had a small part in “Rudolph.” They were the toys that no one wanted. They weren’t bad toys. They weren’t broken. But they were unwanted because there was something a little bit off about them. Is this starting to hit a little close to home for you? Because it sure hit me.


Here’s a little bit of their song. “We’re on the island of unwanted toys. We’ll miss all the fun with the girls and the boys.” Boy, ain’t that the truth? Isn’t that the saddest part about growing up as a misfit? An outcast? You miss all the fun with the girls and the boys.


Among the toys in the TV show were a squirt gun that shoots jelly, a train with square wheels, a cowboy who rides an ostrich, and, most memorably, a “Charlie in the Box.” But it doesn’t seem like too much of a stretch for my adult brain to transpose a few of my current friends to that strange island. Gays and lesbians, tgirls and cross dressers, and genderqueers of all types and shapes and sizes. As the toys exclaim in their song, “We’re all misfits!”


In a lot of ways, that’s pretty much the message of Rudolph… the tv special and the original song. That misfits do have worth. That they do belong. And that they’re really not misfits at all. I just wonder when the rest of the world is going to get the message.


I think of this every time some famous person gets into trouble. They get their faces splashed all over the tabloids and TMZ. You know what I mean. Stories like this: conservative politician caught with gay escort. And I think, “We’re all misfits!”


A pro quarterback gets caught sending a cell phone photo of his privates! “We’re all misfits!”


Yet another famous actress makes a sex video. “We’re all misfits!”

I grew up in the 60’s – when most of the Christmas specials above were produced and a whole new concept was just starting to take shape. A groovy little idea called, “I’m okay, you’re okay.” It was an idealistic idea. And I was an idealistic kid. And I have to admit, there are times when I’m pretty disappointed that some of those “free love” ideas of the 60’s didn’t last. I mean… how big of a step back is it from, “I’m okay, you’re okay” to “Don’t ask. Don’t tell”?


I’m not saying that people should be able to do anything they like. And I certainly don’t think it’s okay for people to cheat on their spouses. But if we’re just talking about a little fun between consenting adults, then what’s the big deal? Haven’t we realized by now that everyone is a little bit odd. Or even a little bit kinky?

Didn’t we learn that a lot of those macho screen idols of the past were gay? That some public officials liked to cross dress? And that even the most pious religious leaders liked to fool around a bit? You can call them all hypocrites if you like (and you’d be right). But I prefer to call them what they really are. Misfits.

The funny thing is, now that gays and lesbians are gradually becoming more accepted in society, it seems like, sadly, maybe us tgirls and crossdressers are the last group of toys left on the island. The last toys to find happy homes. The last misfits to find love and acceptance.

And that’s what can make the holidays so hard. Everyone else is celebrating. Everyone else is gathering with friends and family. And you’re feeling completely left out. Well, just know this. You’re not alone. In today’s world, The Island of Misfit Toys is home to thousands of other tgirls, trannies, and cross dressers. And while we may not be meeting over dinner or opening our presents together, we are together in spirit. And it’s not a misfit spirit. It’s a spirit of hope. A wish for a better tomorrow. A ghost of Christmas yet to come.


Happy Holidays and Happy New Year!
Be safe, be smart, be sexy!
xoxo,

CiCi

2 comments:

BlueWonder314 said...

As someone with Asperger's syndrome, I can tell you that there are plenty more misfits left out there besides transgendered people.

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