Okay, besides the previous post, another thing amused me today.
It’s all about lesbians isn’t it!!! I feel so homo now. haha.
Anyhoos, today I went to the Law Library in school to get some books for my Global Law research paper. Wait, I gotta set the scene and cast first.
Location: Law Library, with students seated everywhere at desks, only sound heard was the clicking of keyboards.
Cast:
Me: Unmanageable short hair that’s growing out, A’s white t-shirt with skinny blue horizontal stripes, jeans, Asics sneakers.
Girl who looks like a boy (I don’t want to label but for convenience’s sake, let’s say the Butch): Rod Stewart’s Hairstyle bleached in light brown, navy blue shirt, baggy jeans, sneakers.
The Butch’s Girlfriend (for convenience let’s call her the Femme): Ceramic-permed long hair bleached light brown, frilly pink top, white mini-skirt, pink kitten heels.
So I was standing on top of those footstool thingies you find in the library, trying to reach for a big fat version of some Competition Law book, when I heard whispering and giggling, somewhere near the region of my left foot (they weren’t very tall). I glanced sideways and down, and I saw the Butch and the Femme, about three metres away browsing through books.
I got off the stool and continued looking for books. While doing so, I couldn’t help but overhear their conversation in mandarin.
Butch: I swear she’s a butch, or maybe an andro.
Femme: No, I think she’s a femme.
Butch: Her hair is kinda short, and she’s wearing boy’s clothes.
Femme: No, her jeans are too tight.
Butch: Shane from L-word also wore tight jeans.
Femme: You are right… but her hair a bit too long to be butch?
Butch: Shane also had longish short hair, and it was permed.
Femme: True… but her boobs are too big.
Butch: Could be andro, and she might not like to bind her breasts.
Femme: Tee-hee… you go ask her… go ask her if she’s a butch or a femme.
Butch: Don’t want. Maybe she’s straight.
Femme: She doesn’t look straight. Straight girls won’t wear boy’s clothes.
Butch: But you are not straight either, and sometimes you wear my clothes.
Femme: I’m not a lesbian anyway, I just like you. And those are your pajamas I wear, I won’t wear your going-out clothes.
And their conversation continued along those lines. I felt so sorry for them because they started to bicker…and it was all because of me. I feel kinda honored though. I also felt very tempted to clarify everything for them, that I was a femme… and sometimes, I’m not? And besides, it makes me feel happy wearing A’s clothes.
But I was really scared of the Butch’s mullet and her one-eye. Hantu can also appear in the day you know.
Why must label? WHY WHY WHY??? Save labels for consumer goods can?! I am justified in trying to label them for trying to label me…
October 17, 2008 at 12:58 am |
I hate labels! I do know that it’s some people’s way of trying to figure out how to approach you, but I’d rather someone just try to get to know me instead. Makes sense, right?
October 17, 2008 at 7:51 am |
Makes sense, although I won’t say that I hate labels… they ARE convenient and I guess it’s a personal preference for some people. I just don’t like them trying to squeeze me into the stereotype that comes attached to the label… so I get frustrated with labelling at times.