….And the magic is in the make-up.
I sat on the subway on my late night ride home. At a stop, a young man got on dressed very “goth”, in the androgynous nature of the goth culture, all black everything and a full face of beautiful make-up.
He stood across from an older man, clearly blue collar and looking a little gruff, a painter in painters pants, et al.
The younger man had a NYX (makeup brand, new boutiques here) backpack, while the older man had a Dulux (room/house paint brand) one.
Between them existed an age gap as wide as I am old (some 40 years).
The older gentleman asked the younger “testing colours?”, referring to the marks of make-up on the back of his hand.
This inquiry sparked a conversation between the two, each speaking of their concept of “paint”; actual painting verses make-up (let it be known that drag queens often refer to their make-up as paint, as have some major designers in the make-up world). In the discussion, they found familiar ground, each excitedly stating their case and adding to the other’s points.
I did nothing but smile.
RIGHT THERE, People, right there! BOOM! It IS that simple.
We are all the same beneath our layers.
We all want to express ourselves and have our craft appreciated.
Incidentally, the one invited the other for a drink to discuss further and they exited together.