Like, Apple... I, too, just have to know the story behind this one!
It's pretty simple actually. husband and I were BFFs with a male gay couple in the 70s/early 80s (both passed during the AIDs epidemic) and often used to go to bars and clubs with them.
husband used to get hit on constantly as he had the sort of "poetically handsome" looks that appealed to a certain sort (both male and female).
I was sort of rawhide and piano wire in those days due to the horses and archery. Narrow hips, tight butt, broad shoulders, and muscular arms and legs for a woman. I wore my hair to mid back or longer. Usually pulled back in a braid and knotted at the nape of my neck.
My uniform in those days was a flannel shirt and jeans. I was constantly mistaken for a guy from the back and sounded like a post-pubescent male. Very androgynous until I turned around and one saw my chest, which was large.
I appealed especially to "Bears" (
Big, hairy men), and it wasn't uncommon for a man looking for a partner to pat me on the shoulder and be shocked when I turned around, or in more raucous environments to flat out grab that tight butt and die of embarrassment when I turned around. I also wrote for a gay publication at that time, so was heavily involved in "the scene" anyways.
I should note that I do NOT appreciate my butt being grabbed, and didn't then either, by ANY gender.