In Broad Daylight?

The last place I ever expect to see anyone in drag, is the Starbucks, in the middle of the day. And, yet, it happened this afternoon.

You would think, of all people, I would not have the reaction of "What the...?" But, I did.

I think, the reaction was more to the bad wig, lack of makeup, and men's calf length snow boots with an above the knee length skirt, than it was to the person . By my own advice, I should refer to her as a she. Because, I don't have a reference point for labeling. Nor should I try to label.

It was immediately followed by a need to label. And a question of, is this for real, or is this person doing this just for attention?

Even in my own little world, I try to fit everything into little boxes. If it doesn't make sense to me, I try to make it fit. And, I'm finding that sometimes, things just don't fit. Sometimes, you get a box of square pegs that don't fit in the round holes you're trying to put them in.

Perhaps, what I should've done, or should do in the future, is talk to her. I hate that I felt some form of prejudice toward her, given the fact that I'm writing a blog to help educate.

But, it's experiences like this that help me realize that even I still have a way to go in accepting a world that I'm just beginning to understand.