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Last night, fairyhead, I and a few others went out to the local lesbian bar to see Big City Burlesque (Atlanta's best local troupe). I'm always a little leary of going into gay or lesbian space, because of the hypervigilance about in/out group assignment, but it was a bar (a plus, in my book) and it was to support a friend in the troupe. All in all, it was a pleasant surprise for me. I think the default phrase for me, from most of the staff as well as clientelle, was "honey"; from what I could tell, I was treated differently than most of the presumptive men, gay or straight. As my ex pointed out, I was markedly less butch than many of the people there. Save for the head bartender, who insisted on calling me 'sir', and later, 'Daddy', it felt like some difference was observed and noted, even if specifics were more than likely missed.

Today, however, I ended up paying for the eight or so drinks and the sushi dinner that preceeded it.