This is an older experience I haven’t shared for awhile here in Cyrsti’s Condo. In fact it goes back to the 1990’s.
In those days, I was spending my life divided between the two binary genders. Along the way, I managed to locate a couple small lesbian bars I liked to drink in. One disliked me totally, the other I was accepted in.
On certain nights, the venue I was accepted in had karaoke. I don’t sing at all (except for a David Allan Coe song I knew.) The song was/is “You Never Even Called Me By My Name but I digress.
I was only vaguely aware it was karaoke night when I got there. I didn’t really care because of course singing was the last thing on my mind.
I also remember I was wearing my blond wig with jeans, boots and some sort of tight top. Indirectly, I wanted to look nice for the other patrons. It turns out I did I guess!
About half way into my second beer, a big butch lesbian comes up (in a cowboy hat no less) and demanded, not asked, if I would sing with her. Of course I tried to politely decline. Then I learned quickly I was going to choose the song and sing it with her.
As I panicked, I thought there was only one song I knew and mentioned David Allan Coe to her, hoping she wouldn’t want to do it. No such luck though, she grabbed my hand and headed to the stage. Fortunately the lights were dim in the place and there weren’t many patrons there yet and I did the best I could to sing with her.
After we were done, she looked at me and said my voice was lower than hers and headed another direction. I took that as my time to escape. I paid the bartender who knew the truth about me and took off.
I never saw the butch lesbian in there again and wondered if she ever learned the truth about her duet partner that night so long ago.