Two days ago, I was at the house of a couple of dear dyke friends on a sunny afternoon, borrowing the paper cutter and chatting about life, family and vacations. Oh, and hot scenes we’d recently seen or experienced.
The plumber came upstairs (he was installing a clawfoot tub down there), followed closely by my friend’s new housemate, another good friend of mine, in her grungy overalls (she’d been helping), and he asked if he could borrow a guitar.
Upon being handed a guitar, he played a few blues riffs, then launched into Alice’s Restaurant.
The roommate, my friends and I all boogied along. I boogied while sitting, because I was still chopping paper. The plumber handed back the guitar, and then he and the housemate went back downstairs to continue the tub installation, animatedly discussing chord progression.
I continued chopping dyke sex party tickets out of large sheets of ‘em, and grinned and grinned and grinned.
O, delightful incongruity! It tickles because my brain is shedding foolish notions.
Preconceptions, away! Welcome the unexpected, because it means you’re learning!
Yay for people who are complex and talented and competent! Because you are one thing does not mean that you are not simultaneously a whole host of other things. Take that, next person who expresses surprise that I bake scrumptious goodies.
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I bet you don’t know that I know all the words to Alice’s Restaurant.
I betcha I *did* know that! (grin)