Sir or Madam?
On January 2, 2010, a reader noted:
“I have the impression you are a gay male.
However, notwithstanding that …”
This, following on the heels of another comment two weeks earlier:
“I had no idea you weren’t male,
or even gay (like myself).”
These two most recent comments are certainly not the first to be voiced on the Errant Aesthete, yet after learning that cases of mistaken identity abound on the internet as evidenced by friend and fellow blogger, Little Augury [Ladies and Gentlemen] I thought, perhaps, a bit of clarification is in order.
Like LA, my avatar, too, is female which I mistakenly thought would settle the matter of gender once and for all. If it should even matter, which au fond it does not. Yet, it would appear that the lithe and lovely form of my female chanteuse is being perceived as a decidedly attractive man — dressed in drag. (Or, perhaps, it is my queenly writing style that is leaving readers mystified).
For the digital record, I am a heterosexual of the female persuasion, who is just the least bit flattered by the confusion, since I openly admit to an obsession for trousers and ties on me and on men (hetero and otherwise). It is my hope that this revelation, which has been in some doubt, will not offend, alienate, torment or anguish any and all.
When dealing with stifling matters, it is recommended to end on a charming note. Hence, a bit of amusement from Daphne Fielding, Marchioness of Bath:
It doesn’t matter
what you do
in the bedroom
as long as you
don’t do it in the street
and frighten the horses.
Photo: Milton Montenegro