Now that the weather is changing, I’m thinking more seriously using the honorific of Sir. I’ve never had a problem with being referred to as Sir from my co-workers. What started as a joke turned into something that I’ve come to embrace. On more then one occasion while at work the staff I supervise had be taken to task for calling me Sir by the public. And, they were quickly set straight that calling me Sir was out of respect not said with mocking.
I’ve asked a few staff if there was something I could do to temper my female masculinity. One reply was that even when I wear a dress or skirt I’m still the same way, just in a dress or a skirt. Humm
What has really got me thinking of using Sir is my energy no matter how glamed up I get someone will refer to me as Sir. I thought it was because I wear my hair short, very short. But I always try to counter that by wearing long earrings or some kind of jewelry. I don’t wear makeup. I was recently (and by recent I mean Feb.) invited to a dinner party. I decided I’m going to go all out, I went to the Mac store and had my makeup done. I even went and got a manicure and pedicure. I thought since I’m going all out I’d wear stocking (with seams of course) “A” line skirt, leather and suede Mary Jane’s navy blue silk shirt and cincher, pearl necklace and earrings. A cross between Betty Davis and a fetish Diva, I blame my Grandmother for this type of fashion. As a little girl watching her dress for parties was something I actually liked to do. But un-like my sister I didn’t play dress up with her jewelry and makeup. Go figure?
So while at the party, I’m referred to as “this gentleman”, and “sir” respectively. I want to calk this up to people just not paying attention. But as the gentleman that I was conversing with said, “you are one of the few women here that gives off an air of confidence, you are defiantly in control. Most woman reserve that energy for men or gay women”
I’m not a man, nor am I a gay woman. I had to let him know I was the kind of woman his mother warned him about. After telling him just what kind of woman I was he, passed on most of it and wanted to know if there was a go straight to the sex card? Unfortunately there isn’t and I would not know what that card look like, at this point in my life.
Over the course of the evening we continued to talk, I told him my story of “Sir” and he agreed that I should be called Sir but only on my own terms.
To which he referred to me as Sir the rest of the evening.
I’m going to have to kick it around a bit more.
