the wheels on the bus go round and round…
now, i know a lot of you are going to think i’m nuts, but I LOVE RIDING THE BUS! i’m into bouncing down the open road with a bunch of strangers, and i hate doing the driving myself (Jonathan Richmond wrote a song about riding the bus. He loves it too).
the lady across the aisle from me asked me why i was going to winnipeg, so, i told her. she thought that a drag conference might be something that would interest her granddaughter, because her granddaughter wears cat ears. i gave her my card and the IDKE web address.
i also showed her the “Boys’ Best Buddy” pics (she was especially impressed by rochus’ good looks), and the discussion turned to “gender identity & expression”. i’m pretty sure that the bus driver heard us, because we were sitting right up front, and i saw him stiffen in the reflection of the front window. when i first got on the bus, he was friendly (travel tip: bus drivers generally seem to like being called sir and ma’am), but after that, he was noticeably uncomfortable when i smiled at him at the rest stops and looked away from me with a cold expression. later on, i asked him some questions in a girly, i’m a bit clueless voice, and he warmed up again.
