“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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What’s new with you?
The Flannel Files 
Newly retired, thought I would have peace, but wifey has an encyclopedia of stuff she wants me to do. Sigh. Would kill to be sir’d.
I suppose it’s good to be busy. Hope you find some down time to pursue those things that bring you joy. Happy retirement! Hope you find the peace you are searching for.
Thanks, MB!
I liked the liberal use of Cutting Crew music in that movie.
And Robin’s costume.
Oh-oh-oh, and the microwaved lobster.
And pewpewpew, pew, pewpew! 😀
I think that’s the same music that played when I saw Barbara Gordon aka Batgirl for the first time.
Pew-pew-pew to you, too, Feve.
Definitely watch the documentary, it’s great!
Can’t wait!
I do have to admit, I’m jealous you get called “sir” or referred to as “gentlemen” by strangers. I’m always read as female.
Interesting. Need to post about this. Sometimes the sir bothers me, and sometimes it doesn’t. Guess I’m fickle like that.