As the hour approaches for me to leave for Denver I realize I have packed cowboy boots.
Suddenly I think, “Is everyone there going to think I am wearing these boots to fit it??? To show my western side?” But more importantly, will they know I’ve never been to a ranch?
I am like millions of lezzies, which means basically: I’ve got boots. The boots fit somewhere in between my sneakers (called running shoes by those who actually do stuff in them) and high heels (which the majority of lesbians shun). Still, cowboy boots? Am I overstepping?? (Please enjoy that pun.) I don’t want to offend the gals of Denver by trying to hard.
And then I realize my boots are green suede. I am safe. No Colorado gay gal is going to think I’m a wannabe cowgirl. I toss in my pink socks, Just to be sure.
9:06 am
Suzanne…..
We love you, but not all lesbians in Colorado wear cowboy boots, let alone own a pair!
Can’t wait to see you perform tonight!
3:19 pm
Thanks for making us laugh yet again. I will not miss another show in Denver. Thank you for braving the snow. Great show and great entertainment. Keep on rockin!