I feel like a mythical creature some times.
While Kandi and I were out in the (mostly) vanilla world of conservative suburban mall MAC counter, we met people and we're observed. First were the girls at MAC. My artist/SA had never worked on a male client before, and I don't think the other girl she was consulting with had either. I worked at relaxing her and pointing out challenge areas. In conversation, I mentioned my wife and kids. She was a little surprised. Later, Kandi brought another Artist by that hadn't been there when I arrived. His name was Roderick, and he does makeup for drag queens. He did not help though, but that is probably giving Jasmine her space and respect to handle the job. He did make suggestions on where to go later, and had a list of gay bars, most of which I already had heard of, and some I'd been to with cross port. I know I got looks by other passing patrons. One of those times you wish you could read minds.
Anyway, I got the feeling that most everyone assumed that I might be gay, which is reasonable given the stereotypical expectation. But even with Roderick, I almost felt like he was a bit surprised. A married hetero CD! Here in River City! A mystical beast! I've heard of such a thing!
Now I know this topic has been beat to death, and WE all know that such a beast exists, but it was interesting to try to read people's reactions. I think we are still unicorns to the world, and you know what, I'm ok with that.
But I'd rather be the mystical beast than the mythical beast. My special power is to make you smile. With warm loving rainbow farts
How about you, do you want to be a mythical or mystical beast?