I thanked my driver for finding me. It was early on a Monday, prime time for driving. He told me I was his first ride. Some drivers start 3 hours before my pickup, but not him. I agreed that I wouldn’t be functional either. My driver had very upbeat nnn-ch nnn-ch music on, so I said welcome to club Monday. I didn’t realize how accurate I was.
I asked my driver what he did besides driving. He said that about five months ago he transitioned into driving full time, about 50 hours a week, and really liked it. He knew people who drove only 20 to 30 hours a week and then complained that they didn’t make enough to cover their bills. My driver had no sympathy.
But besides this whole driving gig, he was really pushing to become an independent DJ. My driver said he managed to book his first two weddings for complete strangers next month. He said that both brides were completely clueless. They didn’t have wedding planners, and so they sort of counted on him to call the shots. My driver tried to ask them if they had certain dances they wanted to do, like mom/son, father/daughter, and both said I don’t know, what do you think? The women don’t know each other but both are acting the same way. But my driver is super excited and is hoping this leads to more gigs.
I mentioned that I have a friend in the biz in another city who also hosts theme parties embracing the LGBTQ+ community. My driver was really excited about that, asked my friend’s name (I supplied the DJ name), and then he revealed that he is pansexual. He said he really wants to get into weddings and events in the community but doesn’t want to be pushy and gross, like he just wants money. Personally, I don’t think you should have to work for free if you are LGBTQ+ as if you are apologizing for existing. You still need to pay the rent too.
We were getting towards the end of the ride, but I quickly told my driver about going to a drag show recently and one of the patrons coming up to me out of the blue, trying to figure out if I was really a woman. I have to wear wigs because of alopecia, and this is the second time that this has happened to me. This random guy asked me some question about Pride – which I knew about – and he was looking at my boobs to see if they were real, because he knew my hair wasn’t. My driver thought it was funny and appalling at the same time, which was my reaction too.