At 55, I'm SOOOO glad I'm not a teen anymore. I just wish my body recovered from injuries or exercise as quickly...other than that, 55 is FAR more enjoyable than 17!
My wife and I rode this morning. I don't care if anyone thought I was gay, hetero, ugly, cool, etc. We had fun. Mostly. Mia was having one of her "You're not the boss of me" days, and freaking over asphalt patches on the road. Given how rarely the local county repairs roads, it may well have been the first time in her life that she had seen a patch...but I was far too busy keeping her moving, not letting her turn & staying on to worry if anyone thought anything about my sexuality.
Yesterday, Mia dragged a leg thru a staghorn cholla cactus. Again, as she covered her hind leg in spines and wanted to bolt, staying on and keeping her in one place kept me busy. That is life with horses. Mia would much rather be ridden by a skillful homosexual than by me. There are undoubtedly homosexuals who could have rolled a cigarette while riding her out. So what? Mia has me & I have her, and what WE do together is what matters when we ride.
If you can't worry more about your horse than other people, please don't ride. It won't be safe for you, and it won't be good for the horse either. If you are REALLY lucky, you'll meet an opinionated, dominate, nervous, willing, sweet horse - like Mia. And she'll keep you too busy stretching your riding skill to worry about some weenie on the sidelines of life!
Mia & I about 20 minutes after the cactus yesterday.She was staring at a vicious moving van, which had rumbling sounds coming from its belly (hungry!). Do you see me looking around, worried if someone will see me with one hand on the saddle horn? Nope! And Mia wasn't even rebelling at this point...just feeling nervous: