“and hansome boys fall in love with you”

So, the drag show was fun. They always are, but i think we’ve been a bit out of sorts as a group recently and we are beginning to come back together. It’s nice.

Per usual, we all checked out of the hotel in various states of hung over and/or sleep deprived and headed to breakfast. It’s a highlight of out-of-town shows: ten rowdy lesbians invade some poor unsuspecting IHOP (the cute gay waiter was a bonus for this time).

In the midst of conversation about god-only-knows, Miss turned to me. “Wait, Brett, are you the girl?”

Jamie’s expression was priceless.

Sure, we're not exactly Cinderella and G.I. Joe...

Miss followed up, seeing our confusion, with, “I mean, i know, the skirts and all, but i always thought you were androgynous in relationships.”

Which, to me, changes the comment to something entirely more in-depth than some lesbian version of the straight-guy “but who’s the man?” There is the implication that skirts are unrelated to gender, which, actually, i really like. It makes me a little uncomfortable also, because skirts are something of a big way that i feel like i have claimed my femininity.

Then there is “in relationships.” Is my gender different inside versus outside of relationships? Actually, kind of. Not different, but romantic relationships do bring out my femininity. I wonder if it wasn’t a version of the boy=top, girl=bottom thing that people are stuck on. Even so, i wouldn’t have thought that i throw anyone off on that count.

Oh well. Mostly it was just funny. Come to think of it, i think the catalyst for the comment was my apology to Jamie that i had gotten some pink glittery chapstick in my nice plain chapstick i was lending her.

Lady Brett
“Only To Other People” – The Detroit Cobras