Now I know
Someone wrote…
When I was in elementary school, I refused to wear girls clothing. One time I was running through the cafeteria and a teacher called out “Young man, there is no running inside!” I spun around, smiled, and said “Yes ma’am! Sorry!” It never occurred to me to be offended that I’d been mistaken for a boy.
The other day I went clubbing with some friends for a birthday. The club was giving out free drink tickets to girls at the door. I had to go back to get mine, because they didn’t give me one. My friends thought they needed to console me about being mistaken for a boy. I laughed and told them, if I cared I wouldn’t be wearing jeans and combat boots to a club.
I guess not much has changed from elementary school to now. It’s just now I know why I don’t care if I’m mistaken for a man. Now I know why it kind of makes me happy.
What’s your experience?
Category: your voice One comment »
May 13th, 2013 at 10:44 pm |
a lady called me sir while in line, I just smiled and took it as a compliment. ( I look like a girl but dress like a tomboy. I envy androgynous people)
I also hate dressing girly when going to clubs, i rather wear my jeans and t-shirts with comfy vans.
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