V is my high school friend. At first I thought she is into girls, as she dresses very andro. Her favourite idol is a Hong Kong singer who rumours to be gay, sings lots of songs containing same-sex relationship lyrics, and dresses very very very androgynously relative to the rest of the entertainment business in East Asia. Anyhow, my guestimate is wrong after all – my friend V is quite happy with her current boyfriend, and they are together for over 6 months now. BUT she still refuses to wear dresses, cuts short hair, dresses so gay that lezzies would not believe that she’s straight.
Next person to talk about is F. I wasn’t really close with her before, just a causal friend/classmate from school. She wasn’t that attractive before anyway – long hair in a pony tail (ding ding ding, GAY!), dresses in track suits and sweaters and running shoes. Just a normal sporty gal. However, the past weekend she came to Shanghai to give herself a retreat and to visit me. Guess what… I can FEEL that people thought we were a lesbian couple, more on the shy side as we weren’t holding hands. Thanks, I mean really. I know I’m interested in girls, but I’m not exactly ready to be seen in a gay relationship (but then again, even if it’s a guy, and I fit the social norm, I still won’t be ready to be seen as one half of a “couple”). It is possible that I’m being over sensitive, but I felt like suddenly I become a little femme girl, and being taken care of by her. Argh. Not exactly what I expected. One more thing, as we were lying on the bed one night (yes, she was staying with me for the weekend), I asked her if any girls ever interested in her. Her reply was “yes, but I don’t think bisexuality works/exists.” Hmm… so you are saying you are totally straight (because she’s a devoted Christian), or totally gay (which is not surprising, really, but she is definitely in denial in the current mode)? I will wait for you and see if you actually f*cked up my gaydar or not. You know... I love to proof myself/my instinct is right.
Last but not least is my own mother. I used to think that she’s just like being plain and earthy and natural and all the possibly words you can find to describe “don’t care about looks.” Yet after I started to drop my ignorance on homosexuality, suddenly my mom becomes a butch in my eyes. Short spiky hair, collar shirts 99% of the time (which she said they flatten out her chubby body), super independent, and endless list of stereotypical butch qualities. I guess my dad is more the dependent one, hence my mom has to contain certain feature in order to balance the relationship. (By the way, my mom is the one right in the middle with the black leather backpack that she owns/uses for over 10+ years.)
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