“And this gentleman is?”
He arched one eyebrow so it pointed directly at me.
I found myself crafting this response in my head: I’m not a gentleman.
But then I couldn’t say those words, because I pride myself on being a gentleman.
“My name is Rae,” I said, leaving him to figure out the rest.
It’s the hair. I haven’t been misgendered for a long time. Then blam. My hair becomes too long to spike up and sits on top of my head like a lid. There’s a bit of an overhang. It’s like having a little roof over the front portion of my head. It’s the Barney Rubble look that I wrote about here.
What’s a butch to do. Keep calm and Barney Rubble on. Someone make me a T-shirt, please.
In other news, I finally saw The Lego Batman Movie. Now, W and I pew-pew each other and the cats with our invisible laser guns after she gets home from work.
In more other news, check out this cool new documentary called Gender Troubles: The Butches. You can view it for free through March 28, sir.
Oh, one more thing, I’m giving away copies of my book, Leaving Normal: Adventures in Gender, on Goodreads. You can enter to win here. You know you want to. Hurry, time’s almost up.
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