Danny Brant
Posted By Danny Brant
I think when growing up, I received a lot of harassment which was beyond my control, for being androgynous. Since first grade, kids would ask me in the school yard if I was a boy or a girl. At that time I had short hair and obviously my mother dressed me in all little boys clothing. When your a child it hurts, and you don’t know why. I went through stages like the time I tried to cut my hair short or wear baggy clothing. It seemed no matter what I tried, I was still the pretty boy in baggy clothes. To me it was all dress up. When I got older, I decided that you can’t fight nature and I was happy when I reached puberty and was able to start experimenting with my look. My confidence isn’t just ego. Its mixed with vulnerability and fear. If I’m not sure who I am then the rest of the world can’t be either. I have no choice but to walk into a room and make sure all eyes are on me and make my presence known. I think confidence is the sexiest thing anyone can have. I’ve never dated a type. But I have dated many men that have had the balls to approach me. Being androgynous is difficult. The whole world wants to figure you out. If they can’t it scares them. People stare at me sometimes because they are fascinated and I love the attention. Straight men are confused that they are attracted to me, and women are envious of my poise and femininity. But I’m just me. I don’t want to live a restricted life anymore because I have no boundaries. Why should I live by the social stereotypes of either sex. Why should anyone? I let people see what they want me to be when they look at me. Everyone has both male and female qualities. I’m strong, protective of my loved ones, sensitive, sensual, aggressive, and I am Danny. Hear me Roar!
Danny Brant
I have many sides and interestingly enough it manifests itself in various types of hand writings. A male with all caps, that I use only when my hand is tired. Isn’t that funny that I let the man handwriting handle the hard stuff. I have a soft, flowery, romantic style that is feminine that I use the most. I have a bubble print which is more boyish. And I have a bubbly cursive that is more girlie, when I‘m writing notes to someone and want to be cutesy. I sometimes dot those I’s with hearts. My many sides include the man that opens doors for all my female friends. Who also enjoys buying someone a drink, and lifting heavier weights than big guys. Its my female side that gives bedroom eyes, lips that pout, tosses hair, and eats men for breakfast. I have days that I don’t want to shave. So I wear flats, with a button down, slightly open shirt so that everyone see my toned chest. On those days, I definitely feel more masculine, especially in my mannerisms. Then there are days when I get more dressed up and become more self conscious of certain things, but still have that extra something in my step. No matter what I’m me. Whether at the gym or on the treadmill, I walk with a bounce in my step, in my short shorts, so my pony tail sways from side to side. I walk into the locker room, take off my shirt, flex my abs, and feel a stern look come over my face to make sure everyone knows I’m all man.
For a long time I felt like a living doll when I was modeling, because I couldn’t be flawed. No one wanted to see the real me, they all picked a side. And I was forced to be that side with them, because that is all they wanted to see. And if they saw female, they’d ask why I hadn’t shaved my chest. If they saw male, they’d wonder why I had a purse with me. It was exhausting.
Being Danny Brant
I never knew my body until the past couple of years. I didn’t know how to fully enjoy the act of sex. I couldn’t relax and feel comfortable being in control. Sex was always about the other person being turned on. I rarely craved sex, because It was so one sided. And I was too concerned with looking sexy the whole time. It was once said, that even though Marilyn Monroe was the number 1 sex symbol, she did not know how to use her body during real sexual moments. That statement could have easily described me.
I’m learning to use my sexuality to enjoy myself rather than others. Where I once felt like a doll for the world, I’m beginning to treat men like my dolls. I’ve started to learn to take charge and that its okay to have sex, not just be sexy. I’m also overcoming the idea that casual sex is bad.
Danny With Chains
I recently met two amazing people. They have opened my eyes to a new freedom and sexuality that I haven’t experienced before. To reference the late great Marilyn Monroe, I am reminded of the working threesome she was in with two lavish young gay actors for a brief period. They both find me sexy. And appreciate my femininity, as much as my male body. Sometimes they call me she and sometimes they call me he. And I don’t care either way. I’ve never felt more accepted or sexy to MYSELF. Its easy to be sexy to someone else. Or to act sexy onstage or in a photograph. But when I’m with them I feel completely free of restrictions and boundaries. Which is what being androgynous is all about. One is an artist and photographer, the other is an actor and writer. They are so smart, and they know so much about things I never had the chance to know, because no one ever gave me the chance. I let everyone think that all I was, was pretty. And they believed that all I was, was pretty. Some refuse to stop at the surface. They see the inner beauty, my strength, my capabilities, my talents, my creativity, and they also see my vulnerability and my weaknesses. That is why I feel so different with them. I no longer need to have different roles, just one. Me. With them, I can be unshaven in sweats and hairy or I can be glamorous and in stilettos. When I’m with them, I no longer need to consciously monitor my behavior. I feel uninhibited. After being in a horrible marriage for 3 years, and trying to control every aspect of my life into something specific and trying to cut off parts of myself, this new feeling is amazing, because they already have each other. I don’t have that, all or nothing feeling that you can get when you like someone. I know I’ll never fully have either of them, so it alleviates the pressure of trying. I also know, they expect nothing more of me, than for me to be the way I am, so I don’t feel the need to be anything else. But I know they care about me and want me to be the best I can be and do whatever I want. The best part… is that when I sleep between them, I can turn to either side and be spooned. Isn’t that heaven? I may not have found out how to be a man or a women but I’m finally learning how to be free.
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