This is a work of fiction.

Most of my friends are even stranger.

Her make-up was perfectly applied
tastefully understated especially
about the deep blue eyes. Hair
just so. The dress, a chic black number
With straps and a low back. Only her
Well muscled arms spoiled the effect
Of well bred and pampered femininity.

He was into leather. Motorcycle pants.
White tee shirt, under a chrome studded
Leather jacket. His black hair was cut
short. He walked with a blustery swagger
impaling with a fierce eye any who would
dare challenge his right to his space.

But she was a he and he a she: Drag Queen
and Butch. I knew them up north in the mining
town - a rough place for such strange sorts
But nobody crossed DQ twice, she had a
hair trigger and a nasty right hook. The
Butch had his own nasty tricks. Still it was
a rough place and I patched more than one bruise
Finally, they started going out together--

For convenience they would say.
A perfectly normal couple they made:
Guy and girl, none need know different.
For convenience they said when they moved
In together. Same when they decided
to get married. I was either best maid
or man of honour. Luckily, the preacher
had a sense of humour, and a wicked sense
Of the absurd. It was a great day

It must have been very convenient married life.
As they started producing these little
Conveniences every other year for a dozen years.
I'm Godfather to number six. Although we kept
in semi touch I hadn't seen them in years.
Last weekend, my Goddaughter got married. On
The long drive north I wondered out loud if
Suburbia had changed things.

The six kids were what you'd expect.
Hip, street smart, conservative-
protective of their parents. One was an MD,
a couple were bankers, the others teachers.
Slow in getting punch line-nice kids
DQ and Butch worried me some
They seemed mellowed, muted
To the wedding they both wore tuxedos. "The
In-laws," DQ shrugged with a rye smile "but come
To the house, tomorrow."

The next day was a joy. DQ wore a frock,
Butch leathers as in that long ago mining
town. We laughed and sang, and remembered
They hadn't changed. They never would.
Shame about the kids, though
They were all so normal...