Questions anyone?
On occasion, I do become tired of people asking me why I dress the way I do. It's getting to the point where I can predict when it's going to happen.
Recently, I've gone through a period of no recognition of my gender and no questions. I felt it had to end and tonight it did.
I wasn't over dressed as I made my way through the evening with jeans, flip flops and a bunch of curly red hair.
All in all, a very uneventful evening until the young blond in knee socks, short flippy skirt and tank top showed up. All legs and hair.
I was watching my MLB team and the bar's version of "American Idol" was going on in a side room.
After a while she came up and sat down beside me and started some innocent chat. Before long she said "what's your story"I knew where she was going and I bounced the line back to her. "Are you one of the performers?"( An obvious reference to her outfit.) It turns out she works for a "pub" concept in the area and she was wearing her uniform. Which by the way she quickly apologized for!
Inwardly flattered that she was talking to me, I finally came up with a couple lines to answer her question.
I simply told her that I am a very harmless creature..but very exotic. Please be careful of the pronouns you use with me. I'm not your "he" and I'm not your "she" refer to me by my name.
What you see could be false but what you hear from me probably isn't.
Her questions were answered but not her curiosity.
I received an invite to her pub and left with the satisfaction of knowing I had finally verbalized what I felt all these years.
The only question I didn't have an answer to was "where can I get one of those skirts!'
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