Went to a goth punk show. I mean, there were really just a few goth elements, it was basically just a punk show. In a punk/rockabilly bar.
That's cool. Given the way I dress/act/am, really the ONLY places I fit in are going to be theatres or a very laid-back lesbian bar. So in the joke "A girl walks into a bar..." I'm usually the punchline. Something I'm used to though. And I'll wear my cleavage shirts and I'll show my back tattoo, and I'll say 'fuck,' in the hopes of blending.
I do what I can.
You've been to bars. You know how people get drunk and sloppy. You know how couples will be all over each other? We don't do that.
Turns out we can't. Even a kiss, as we sit in the far back corner of the bar, by the pool table that's not been in use since we finished our last game, even that's too much. I didn't say anything. People would say I'm blowing it out of proportion, maybe. It's not like someone came up to us and said something or asked us to leave.
Still, it's not fun to be glared at. It's not fun to be made to feel like you're something dirty because you love your girlfriend.
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