Freak Show
My family had our yearly (or so) photography session this morning. As we sat in Perkins afterwards, eating breakfast in our Sunday best, enduring quizical looks and whispered remarks from the proletariat diners, the conversation somehow wandered to the topic of my brother, Stephen, and his new penchant for theater (or “theatre,” likely). Lately he has been chiding my father for not being more in touch with his “feminine side.” As my mother chuckled about his concern, inspiration struck me as to how best describe the situation.
“Pfft… dad’s feminine side has a beard.”
