It frequently happens (every few months or so) that I am addressed as ma’am, or “ladies” when I am with Marilyn, at a restaurant or other business. It has happened maybe a hundred times over the past few decades. Again last night, at our local bar, “What would you ladies like?” “This happens to me frequently,” I said to the embarrassed server. “I guess I look like an aging, very butch lesbian.”
“Butch Ballet”