Out on the Weekend

The señor doesn’t tweet much, but when he does, it amuses me no end.

Towit:

@harvestbird: A covers band in an Irish bar.  It may be time to stop drinking.  #

@knedd: In Mickey Finns Megan wimping out #

(All it has taken for him to join me in Web 2.0 was an iPhone.  When yesterday morning I got up I found him on TradeMe, “buying the phone a present”.  It was a protective carry-case.)

I enjoy the gender confusion the señor creates when we step out late of an evening.  A pink-cheeked, fresh-faced, drunk twenty-year old in an Aertex Shirt bailed us up on the way to the grim venue above, to shout “You look like a girl!” (to which the señor cheerfully exclaimed, “you look like a dickhead”).  Earlier, a curly-haired man in a trilby hat had chatted up our booth of drinkers at our wedding joint, before exclaiming, “oh shit, there’s a guy there!”  Earlier still, at the house-party at which the revelry started, a former student of mine poured me boysenberry wine while expressing a wish to dress the señor’s hair.  She later attempted freehand pigtails.  My beloved’s androgyny casts light on how others feel about gender binaries, and the fears and pleasures therein.

Tagged as: gender, going out, twitter