At some point in the past two years, between Kidlet, Mickey and I, mostly around fashion. “ I’m the wrong kind of gay for that” started getting thrown around.
Mickey and I were shopping for makeup for her niece… “I am the wrong kind of gay for this shit”
I would ask Kidlet for fashion advice (seriously… when you are dressing to impress other people, you have no fucking clue what looks okay). “Mom… wrong kinda gay for this”
I’ve started settling in on my style. It started with pink everything and then I found more and more of what fit me exactly.. the kind of shirts and skirts I liked, etc. Now I’ve found a style of makeup that suits me….
It turns out I’m exactly the right kind of gay for this…
Except I prefer the term Queer, it fits better because it’s less restrictive.