i’ve always theorised that a person hasn’t grown up until a child’s parent has called you a “man” or “lady” when you’re in the shops and the kid is being an kid, unaware of personal boundaries and on occasion, almost smacks right into you and they get a stern “mind the lady!” from mum.
it’s a defining moment.
so what happens when you’re called a lady by a drag queen?
at the feast festival opening last night there were two kids playing on an apple device (or similar) and i saw the emcee for the night trying to distract them by gently bopping them on the head with a balloon. the parents, queen and i were all amused at how long this went on for, the kids were TOTALLY engrossed in the game they were playing and oblivious to the surroundings. after quite some time one of the realised something was going on and turned around and got a bit of a startle when he saw who was doing it. the drag queen feigned responsibility and said “it wasn’t me! it was that lady” and thrust a finger in my direction. two little eyes turned towards me and i gave him a smile and nod, yes it WAS me…
then i turned to the drag queen and said “who are you calling a lady?” she looked at me, laughed and said something like “yeah i know, i could say the same thing about myself”.
it was a good moment.
i ain’t no damn lady. i haven’t growed up yet. surely.
