I'm a dude.
But they can't bring themselves to address me as Lucifer (for fear of going to Hell, I think), or they prefer to refer to me as Lucy, in an attempt to display their über Alpha Male trait: the super-duper, mucho macho, tough hombre character, channeling their inner John Wayne/Chuck Norris/Mike Tyson.
Supposedly, some of these tough-as-nails compadres flew submarines out of Tranquility Base during the Boxer Rebellion. Just ask them.
They can call me Lucy all day long and twice on Saturdays. After all, I had beautiful women raising me and nurturing me.