Perhaps Too Much Make Up :: Personal Narrative Writing

Perhaps Too Much Make Up The opposite day I went out with a couple of friends, both students and lag members of the Middlebury community, to eat dinner at the Panda House, a small Chinese restaurant in the town of Middlebury. As we were all sitting at the Chinese restaurant, waiting for the waitress to come and take our orders, we suddenly find that I was the only guy at the table. Lately, this has been the topic of many of my conversations. Furthermore, this has been the fiction of my life, for everywhere I go, every step I take, there arrive at always been girls along the way. A couple of Pepsis later, the waitress approached us, officious to take our orders, and the seven year hoar sitting next to me jumped up from her seat and said to the waitress, you know, he examines like a girl, but he is a boy. At the sound of this, I must say that I grew a bit nervous since her voice carried out into the room qualification everyone turn towards her and turn back to their business. We merely laughed and after a a few(prenominal) seconds continued ordering our food. This incident reminded me of another one where coincidentally, the same hatful who were at the restaurant were also present. That time, the same seven year old took one good look at me and asked, why do you look like a girl? Astounded at her question, I simply laughed and went about my business. I wish I would have had an answer for the teensy seven year old, who was asking questions I have never been asked before. respectable recently I read an article on androgyny authorise Here be Dragons, by James Baldwin, and it helped me sort out nigh of my personal issues pertaining to the questions and comments that were generated by the seven year old.As a zippy man of color who embodies femininity, whatever that may be, I have been confront with questions and comments like that of the seven year old. Living in Middlebury in the state of matter of Vermont, I have realized that embodying femininity has become the biggest issue in my life. As I walkway around swinging my hips to the beat of my mp3 player, I see how different people perceive me to be. My scandalous voice and walk tantalizes the walkways on my way to class.