boys and their lipstick

The last 24 hours have somehow revolved around males and quasi-males in degrees of drag.1

First, came across this online (and it just added fuel to the fire of my obsession with him):

This here Eddie Izzard interview.

Second, had this conversation:

Me: I think Robert Smith ruined it for all of us. Cause he set the standard too high and opened up the door to men in lipstick.
Her: What is he? He’s not gay.
Me: Yeah, and he’s not a transvestite.
Her: Wait, what is he?
Me: He’s not anything.
Her: Yeah. He’s just great.

Third, had this one. One of us is bordering on drunk. Guess which one.2

Me: Ok, so what is this thing with Golden Girls and lesbians?
Her: It’s that lady who looked like a man.
Me: Oh. She was a lesbian?
Her: No, no. It’s just that she’s ugly.
Me: Wait, what?
Her (a lesbian): Oh my god. Please don’t tell anyone I said that.

1Quasi? Apparently it’s 1988. (Yay!)

2Yes. 3 sentences in a row using the same word. Today’s excuse is that I’ve only been up for 13 minutes.

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