Apparently, Mrs. Fruit and I look like church ladies. It became clear to us as the day progressed at PrideFest, that our fellow fruits were under the misapprenhension that we were nice little gay-loving church ladies. Mrs. Fruit and I joke that we look and dress like middle-aged moms. I think that's why so many men stopped by and the women were more guarded, as lesbians are wont to be around straight women. When we realized this, we started hanging on each other and telling people we're queer. Presbyterian and wearing lipstick, but QUEER as two-dollar bills.