{"id":22,"date":"2005-11-26T00:05:19","date_gmt":"2005-11-26T00:05:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/?p=22"},"modified":"2005-11-26T00:14:50","modified_gmt":"2005-11-26T00:14:50","slug":"hes-a-lady-you-see","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/2005\/11\/26\/hes-a-lady-you-see\/","title":{"rendered":"he&#8217;s a lady you see"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It was Bluefield.  What did <em>queens<\/em> do in Bluefield?  Sit at home and wish they were some where else.  Every night but Thursday.<\/p>\n<p>I was working at a grocery store in West Virginia when I saw my first drag queen. It was after midnight and she sloshed through the door in stripper heels and gold stockings.  She looked like Mariah Carey.  I watched her browse the pickles and low sodium ritz crackers.  The lunch meats and the cakes.  The after-hours bread men whispered and the ladies in the office made upset faces.  I stared because I knew she wouldn&#8217;t mind; and wondered who got <em>all dressed up <\/em>to peruse confectioneries on a week night.  She bought a case of Bud Light, hopped in a mustang and drove away.  The night manager kicked a coke display and broke his foot.  I laughed.  He called me a sheep dog.  <\/p>\n<p>Every Thursday  night, between studying for stats and ringing up the milk, I rang up Bud Light for a queen in a mustang.   Word got around.  People started dropping in just to <em>see what one looked like<\/em>.  To roll their eyes and look shocked.  The store was quiet when she patroned.   <em>Something wicked this way comes<\/em>. <\/p>\n<p>I wondered if she wanted to get away as much as I did, and if she knew I knew she was a pentecostal preacher on Sundays.  I recognised her grandson&#8217;s car. <\/p>\n<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on the_content --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on the_content -->","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It was Bluefield. What did queens do in Bluefield? Sit at home and wish they were some where else. Every night but Thursday. I was working at a grocery store in West Virginia when I saw my first drag queen. It was after midnight and she sloshed through the door in stripper heels and gold<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-22","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-hum-drum"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=22"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}