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A Queer Formality

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"Ugh! What is it with this younger generation?"

"Don't let them upset you, Helen. It's their world now, we've had our time."

"I should have suspected such a thing at a series of featured playwrights from the college. I thank our lucky stars most of our children turned out in some semblance of normal."

We were in line, waiting for the auditorium doors to open. The old couple was sipping wine in front of us in the lobby of the small local playhouse. I wondered if they were hard of hearing or just being intentionally loud so others could hear.

My friend, Tristian, had given me a pair of tickets for the debut of their new play, 'A Queer Formality.' I'd figured the title would have vetted anyone not open to alternative lifestyles but maybe the elderly patrons had simply come out for whatever happened to be showing that night.

"Look at that one," the old crone hissed. "I can't tell if it's a man or a woman."

I thought she might be referring to me or my date, so I turned around and said, "I beg your pardon?"

We had taken the time to be fastidiously groomed and were cross dressed in formal attire. Shelly had a glued on mustache and a tail coat with a cumber bun. I was in a high neck evening gown of black lace and brocade with a matching veiled pillbox hat.

The old lady tutted and said, "Oh not you two, dear. You are both the picture of proper social ...

... etiquette. What I'm referring to is that hideous pack of deviants." She pointed to a group of non gender-conforming college students in various colors of hair and indie band concert tee-shirts. "What exactly are they trying to prove?"

I caught a hint of a wink in the old man's eye. He took his wife's hand and chided her gently. "Now, Helen. We're here for an evening on the town. Let's not put a damper on things by casting any judgments."

Shelly bristled and spoke in her deepest, most proper and practiced stage voice. "I don't believe they're seeking judgment, in fact I suspect it's quite the opposite."

"Humph." The old lady looked us up and down. "You appear to be of this loose generation. I am relieved to see that some of you still care enough to present properly."

At that the old man choked and sprayed a mouthful of wine across the front of my dress.

"Jed! What's wrong with you? Augh!' She scurried to the wine bar and retrieved a handful of napkins while her husband apologized profusely while unable to hide a grin on his face.

She returned and began patting down my chest as I tried to assure her the evening wasn't ruined.

"Nonsense! Come, lets go where we can clean you up properly." She took me by the wrist and led me away. I looked back and saw Shelly and the old man nearly doubled over in stifled laughter.

Helen pulled me along to the ladies room and stood me in front of a sink and mirror, patting me down with paper towels. I decided to run with ...