The Lesbian and The Dress
Yesterday I was a woman in a mission. The objective was to find a dress, a DRESS (!!) for an upscale black-tie wedding this Saturday in Donald’s Trump hotel. F*ck.
As trying out the dress inside Macy’s fitting room, a sudden feeling invaded my soul. The feeling, I can describe, was like I was betraying myself and insulting who I was. Amazing.
I’m a 29 years old lesbian and I was never a butch and, until yesterday, I was comfortable being a femme and giving the good news to all the guys that hit on me. It is always crazy fun seeing their faces after the “Dude, I’m gay” act I love to perform every now and them.
So what happen yesterday inside the cubicle? Why the dress became an insult to my being!!??!?! I felt like I’ve sold my soul to the devil. And tomorrow I’m going to the heaven’s gate of boredom-straightness party.
My new mission for the wedding is to steal the groom’s tie and wear it with my cute little black dress. Ha!
But I am sure my long black hair would go much better with a tux! Damn it!
Tags: lesbian dress, tuxedo
April 19, 2008 @ 7:40 am
Damn, I was hoping that you were going to go and rent a tux for your friend’s wedding. Oh well, I guess there will always be another wedding where you can strut your “butch” self.
April 20, 2008 @ 12:19 am
I’m not giving up! What’s wrong with people!?!?!?! ;-)