August 31, 2005

Man of the week

One final view. He’s a bottom after all. How could I not show his beautiful ass??

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Man of the week

Here’s another one. Beautiful, even with half of his face covered! He seems open to being kidnapped. Hmmm…

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New Orleans

The news of the past few days is so sad to me that I can’t even think of anything to say. I am really glad all of my friends got out safely. They are simply grateful to have gotten out even though they may have lost everything. Some have lived there all their lives.

My fear is that New Orleans as we know it will cease to exist. I’d like to believe that the culture of the city can survive this but I’m not hopeful. If they manage to rebuild it’s almost certain most of the people who make New Orleans so unique and fascinating will no longer be able to afford to live there. They priced all of the interesting people out of Provincetown, I hope New Orleans is strong enough to fight for its survival.

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August 28, 2005

For the narcissist in your life

This ridiculous contraption is indeed real and available here. It’s made of “space age plastic” and “damn comfortable,” too!

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Man of the week

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Interior design

Note: Framed portraits of old movie stars are NOT HOT.

Questions of taste aside, they are never appropriate for an online pic. This kind of thing is better revealed after the first date or even the second—if ever— and certainly not before the first meeting. Now, is the one on the left Kenny Rogers or Joan Crawford?

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Interior design #2

This incredible manly hunk is in danger! If this set-up isn’t an accident waiting to happen, I don’t know what is. A simple Crisco-fueled slip ’n’ fall on that hardwood floor could be a costly tragedy. Please, don’t keep your Fiestaware in your dungeon.

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Man of the week

Yet another man from WorldFist/WorldLeathermen I have never and will never meet. Sigh.

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August 27, 2005

T.W.A.T.

Fucking hilarious. I grabbed this from Kewlaudia.

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August 26, 2005

More Pn…

The day before my birthday (Tuesday) I got together with yet another guy I’ve been chatting with since last summer. (I know it’s getting tiresome.) I was never quite sure what to make of him from his pics. He looked different in each of them and not really what I go for in any of them. I’m getting real close to boredom lately and he’s been very persistent, so I gave it a go. I took the subway to a formerly nice, formerly all-Italian neighborhood that has definitely seen better days. Unfortunately, so had this guy. He only remotely looked like his pictures and even less like someone I’d travel across town to meet.

I already figured he was a tweaker. A few nights before he was supposed to come downtown to my place. He sent me a message that he was leaving and an hour later he was still at home. By this time it was 3:30AM and I told him to forget it, we’d try another time. Judging by the state of his house, Tina’s been staying with him a while. Oh well. As long as I was here…

We went upstairs. He pointed to a closed door and said he had a friend staying with him. None of my business but OK. There was barely enough free space to stand in his bedroom. I handed him the fresh poppers he asked me to bring. He opened them and took his pants off. I undid my belt and let my shorts fall to the floor. He stroked me until I got hard and he immediately got on all fours on the bed. Damn. He said he liked “taking loads” but I didn’t think that was all he liked.

I got up on the bed. He was kind of tall and I had to adjust him some. He was dry as a fucking bone. I asked for lube and he suggested spit. I have perpetual dry-mouth but I did my best and managed to get my dick inside him. I plowed him for about a minute. Very unpleasant. I stopped and said I really needed lube. He got up and grabbed a jar of cocoa butter. I swear. I lost my erection. I tried to revive the little fella but, for once, it had better sense than I did. I told the guy this really wasn’t working for me and that I should go. He seemed cool with it. I had to ask for my poppers back.

The trip wasn’t a total waste. I bought a nice little table and some Mega M&M's at my ex-neighborhood Walgreen’s and stopped at Trader Joe’s.

To be continued…

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Back room

A zombie bear seems to be stopping customers from entering the former “Ladies Entrance” of DiNic’s on Snyder Avenue. Note the FormStone facade and the safely duct-taped US flag, too. I love South Philly.

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August 22, 2005

Plenty of P but not enough P

I went to Club Body Center last night. I went a few weeks ago on a Sunday night and had a really good time. Last night, unfortunately, was not very much fun. First of all, when I got to my room the door was open and the bedding was rumpled. The sheet and pillow case seemed clean, though, so I used the room anyway. I figured the attendant left the door open when he changed the bedding and someone co-opted the room for a couple of minutes. Big deal. Besides, the staff are so easily distracted at check-in that I figured something like this would completely baffle them.

The room was in a corner, not a bad location. Across from me were two guys sitting on the bed chatting away as if they were out on the street. It was incredibly annoying. Their conversation could be heard everywhere on the second floor. And they were talking about…decorating! “My living room is white. NO ONE sits in my living room!” Ugh. Nothing ruins the mood like chatty queens. I knew saying something to them would brand me as THE asshole of the night, so I endured it for about fifteen minutes. Then I went onto the deck to finish off a nice Excalibur 1066. The deck would pretty nice if the air conditioning exhaust didn’t constantly blow across it. Disgusting. Still, it was good to sit outside naked, smoking a cigar.

The video room was showing the same Active Duty video over and over. I love Dink but this one was a dud. The guy being jerked off was so drunk, he was completely zombie-fied.

One of the very few guys I was attracted to was a very cute, short, dark guy with a shaved head, nicely hairy chest and a goatee. When I passed him near the stairs he nearly snapped his neck trying to avoid eye-contact. And I wasn’t even trying! I mean, you’re cute and all and I’m sure you get hit on all the time but honestly, you’re in a bathhouse completely naked! People are gonna look at you. This guy looked at me like i was a bug or something. I have no problem with rejection but, please, don’t make a show of it.

When I got back to my room, Interior Decorating 101 was, thankfully, over. I know I’ve said before that Club Body Center was not the ground zero of Philadelphia crystal meth use but I may have to retract it. While I was cruising the halls I noticed a group of about ten guys who seemed to be together, darting from room to room and constantly chatting. The guys across from me were two of them. They pretty much all looked the same: shaved heads, shaved bodies, lean, a little muscular. Anonymous, in other words. The short guy might have been with them, too. Another one of them was a real standout. His hair was buzzed, he had stubble on his very cute face and trimmed chest hair and a nicely defined torso. He was wearing surfer-type trunks. He was a beauty. He walked by my room a couple of times and he’d always slow down and smile.

I resigned myself to lying on the bed, stroking. It was dismal. I swear, I saw no sex whatsoever going on anywhere. I gave myself a time limit of three hours, 1:00AM. If nothing happened by then, I would go home. [Beating a dead horse reference deleted.]

A fat, old man poked his head in. “How are you?” “Good. No thanks, though.” He edged in a little more. “No thanks!” He kept coming! “Can I just rub it?” He touched my dick!! “I SAID NO THANKS!”. He left. (I normally don’t say things like “fat, old man,” since I am one, but this moron deserves it.)

12:45: The surfer-shorts-wearing tweaker came in, closed the door and sat on the bed. He was fucking beautiful and extremely masculine but definitely someone I would never expect to be interested in me. He looked at me and said, “I’m sorry. I thought you were someone else.” Trying to hide my intense disappointment, I replied, “That's cool. No problem.” This was indeed the icing on the fucking cake. Then a miracle occurred. It was like the last two sentences never happened. Instead of leaving, he reached behind him and started stroking my dick! I rubbed his furry chest. Then, “So, what do you get into?” I was nearly speechless. I said, “Whatever you got but I don’t get fucked.” “Do you party at all?” “Sometimes, not much.” His voice was just a whisper and he said everything really, really fast. I had to keep asking him to repeat himself and put my ear close to his mouth. He told me he was here with some friends. They were upstairs “chilling and partying” and he’d be back in a few minutes. Then he left. My hopes were not high but I had nothing to lose except my pride. I waited.

He was back within ten minutes. He came in, took off his shorts and sat down. He talked a lot through our entire encounter in the same whisper. It was really frustrating but he explained that the guys across the hall were friends and he didn’t want them to hear him. OK, Mr. Paranoid. I told him I liked to fuck but he said he wasn’t into that. He asked me if I liked groups, which I definitely do, and wanted details about where and when. He also had a lot of instructions: he will lie like this and I will kneel over him like this and he will suck my dick like this. It was typical tweaker behavior. He asked me whether I liked to shoot, smoke or snort, leading me to believe he was a slammer. He was a great cocksucker but, like most tweakers, he couldn’t do anything for longer than a few seconds without stopping to talk or adjust something. He did manage to deep throat me a couple of times. I fingered his nicely hairy hole which was lubed. I said “You want to get fucked, don’t you?” He said no, that he had a toy upstairs he’d like to use but made no effort to go get it.

As hot as this guy was, I was getting frustrated and I wanted to shoot and go home. Being high, he could have gone on like this for hours so I took control of the situation. I told him, if he wanted my load, I was gonna have to lie down. I wanted to feel his furry body next to mine anyway. He kissed me while I stroked myself. He was very good at that too. I told him to suck on my nipple and that did the trick. I almost exploded. He got down and swallowed it, licking my fingers and balls to get it all. He laid next to me again and continued kissing me. He said that he loves the feeling of having other men’s cum in his body and that he takes loads from all kinds of men, skinny, fat, young and old. I could see he was a closet pig. (Don’t tell his friends!) By then his beautiful fat dick was rock hard. I stroked it and he asked me to rub my goatee on his nipples. He said, “You like to fuck, right?” I reiterated that I love it. “Cause now I want it.” GODAMMIT! I said maybe next time. We made out some more while he stroked and I worked on his nipples and neck and slightly odorous pits. They were delicious.

He finally said he didn’t want to keep me from playing with other guys and I said I was probably gonna just go home and he said he wished I’d stick around. I told him I was tired. He stood up and put his pants back on. I told him he was really hot and he, of course, said no he wasn’t. We kissed goodnight and that was that.

Was he worth waiting three hours for. Not really. Maybe if he hadn’t been so high or I got to fuck him. It was very nice for what it was and I ain’t complaining but…

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August 20, 2005

In the Mood For Love

A masterpiece by Wong Kar-Wai. This is absolutely one of the best post-Pulp Fiction films. For me it’s right up there with Boogie Nights and Requiem for a Dream. I’ve never seen anything quite like it. In the Mood For Love is beautifully photographed by Christopher Doyle, who also worked on the stunning Hero, a surprise US hit. Listening to the lovely music, watching the actors move through the cramped spaces of 1960’s Hong Kong and the fluid, meaningful camerawork combine into a kind of hypnotic choreography. It’s incredibly delicate and at the same time boldly cinematic and stylish. (Some images in this film are almost…get ready…De Palma-esque!) There is incredible emotional truth in the lead performances by the adorable Tony Leung and Maggie Cheung, one of the most beautiful women in the world. A gesture, a glance, a chance touch while passing on the stairs convey things they can never say out loud. This movie is just brilliant. I can’t wait for 2046, Kar-Wai’s new film, a kind of sequel(!) to this one. I beg you to see In the Mood For Love.

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August 19, 2005

MANOS The Hands of Fate

Absolutely, the worst film I’ve ever seen. Even Plan 9 From Outer Space pales in comparison. (Ed Wood’s artistic intentions, as insane and unfulfilled as they were, saved him somehow.) This one’s got nothing, zilch, zero. It is is utterly inept in every possible way. It’s hilarious and totally compelling. The guy on the left gets massaged to death for Christ’s sake!! I’ve seen porn films with better acting. The music is completely inappropriate. This film is required viewing. I got the DVD on Amazon for $5 including shipping. There is no reason to not own a copy.

It turns out MANOS is also the most popular episode of Mystery Science Theater. I’m not surprised; it almost begs the audience to talk through it.

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Hotel sex

Last night I was chatting on gay.com with a bear from S. Florida who wanted me to use his ass. It wasn’t very late, maybe 12:30AM, but he didn’t want to wait 45 minutes for me to get there and suddenly went offline. He was back this afternoon, though, and despite having only been awake for an hour I headed over to his hotel.

I got there a little early and there was no answer when I knocked. Damn. He answered the second time, soaking wet. I made myself comfortable on the sofa of the suite while he finished showering. I thought I might as well undress and start stroking. Why waste time? I got myself hard but, because the BTK Killer sentencing hearing was on TV, I felt a little perverse. Call me a prude.

He came out of the bathroom wearing a towel and was surprised to see me already naked. He said “Well, so much for getting dressed.” He was really hot. Not much taller than me, bearded, beefy, solid, muscular, extremely hairy and very masculine. I stood up and we started playing with each other’s nipples. We kissed for a while. He kept dipping down to rub his hairy chest and beard on my chest. He was really strong and really rough. I pulled off his towel. He kissed my neck and moved down to my nipple, then up to my armpit. I licked his neck and he moaned. I looked in the mirror behind him and got a view of his muscular, furry ass. I got very hard. We rubbed our goatees together while we stroked each other’s dicks and kissed some more. He got on his knees and started sucking. It was great. I suggested we move to the bed (and away from the distracting BTK soundtrack).

We started all over again, standing at the end of the bed. He finally laid down on his back and I knelt over him to feed him my dick. He licked the shaft back and forth, swallowed it whole and rubbed it on his goatee. He said, “Id like to see you come like this.” I was willing, though I knew it would take a while. I really thought I was there to fuck but hell, I’m flexible.

After a while I laid next to him and we kissed some more. He rolled me onto my back, held my hands above my head and worked on my nipples with his mouth. He moved down to my dick, rubbing his hairy torso and face on my chest and stomach. He scraped his face and head between my balls and ass. It gave me chills. He got my dick wet and started stroking it. Whenever I got close to busting he’d stop, put the head in his mouth and suck very slowly. All the while he looked directly into my eyes. It was almost torture and I loved it. Finally, he started stroking and sucking at the same time and I shot my load into his mouth. He kept sucking to make sure he got every drop. Then he smiled and got up to get a towel. I went into the living room and he wiped me off with a warm, wet cloth. Very polite.

We chatted a little while I got dressed. He said maybe next time we can fuck. Well, I would have this time if he hadn’t steered the ship in the other direction! I talked to him online later and it didn’t matter. We both had a great time. He’s a nice guy, too.

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August 14, 2005

Squatzilla

Phil Harrington, squats 900 lbs., learned to lift in prison!

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August 12, 2005

Compliments

I was just a few steps away from the William Way Gay (lezbo, etc) Community Center where I volunteer in the archives every Wednesday night when I noticed a very cute short guy crossing the street towards me. He was almost exactly my height. He walked right up to me and and said, “Are you HIghStrungLoner online?” Somehow I knew that’s what he was going to ask. I said, “Yeah, that’s me.” He was smiling and obviously ignoring the person on his cell phone. “Well, I have to say that you look so much better than your picture!” I was floored! I thanked him and said that I had to go into the building and work. I almost forgot to ask him who he was! Turns out he was someone who politely rejected me on ManHUNT. His picture is really good but he looked a little different and better in person, as well. I walked away grinning.

I work there with two guys I met online and who I like a lot in “real life” too. I told them what happened and they both agreed! One of them said I looked 70 in my picture!! I felt like I was in The Picture of Dorian Grey. How could I possibly look younger than a four-year-old picture that people used to tell me i looked exactly like? Well, that explains the lack of response I’ve been getting online lately. Back to the drawing board, I guess.

I’ve replaced the offending picture with this one. Please, tell me I don’t look 70!!

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August 10, 2005

Bureaucracy

At the Post Office:

Me: One first-class stamp, please.

Clerk: Thirty-seven cents.

Me: Thanks. By the way, your stamp machine isn’t working. It won’t accept money.

Clerk: We’re aware of that.

Me: You might want to put an “out of order” sign on it.

Clerk: We don’t have one.

Me: A piece of paper and some tape would do.

Clerk: We’re not allowed to do that. We’re waiting for the manager.

Me: You’d rather have frustrated customers come to the counter?

Clerk: Next in line!

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August 9, 2005

Short guys

In NYC. Presented by Stephin Merritt of The Magnetic Fields.

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The baths

I haven’t been to the Club Body Center baths in Philly for over a year. The Adonis has been so boring for the past two weeks that I haven’t even written about it so I thought I’d give the former Chancellor Street Baths a another try. I went last night, Sunday. It was OK.

Luckily, or maybe not, it was not the hotbed of crystal meth use that it is rumored to be in the gay community. If there was any tina there, the guy in the next cubicle could have been selling it, judging by the constant stream of men coming to knock on his door. He could just have been popular, though. Otherwise it just seemed like a normal Sunday night at the baths. There were quite a few black men, but this is Philly, after all, and a lot more Asians than i expected to see. Mostly, though, I saw a lot of the kind of muscled gay clone in whom I have little interest and who have even less interest in me.

The halls and stairwells at Club Body Center are pretty narrow and, even though there are three floors of cubes, it takes less than a minute to cruise by all of them. I decided that I would stay put on my cot with the door open and try to look alluring. That lasted through the cup of coffee I brought with me. I took a stroll to the little TV room on the fourth floor. There was a very hot guy there stroking with a couple of other men. He seemed interested in watching me stroke so I sat down next to him and rubbed his hairy chest for a while. No reaction. He made no effort to stop me either. He finally got up and left. So did I.

Back in my room I finally got a bite. He was a young guy with wire-rim glasses, lean and muscular, with fine, dark hair on his legs and chest and a closely cropped beard. He was extremely handsome. He came in and closed the door. He started stroking my dick and leaned close to me. “Do you vant to fawk a French boyz poosee” he asked. Well, of course I did! I sat up and he rubbed his beard against mine. “You wear zee condomme” I was disappointed but I nodded yes.

He sat next to me, leaned over and started sucking my dick. He got it hard and wet and then he reclined on his back and spread his legs. I reached over his head to grab some lube to grease his hole. He took a hit of poppers. His hole was way high, up near his balls so it was a little bit of a struggle to find the right position. When I did, though, it popped in so fast he gasped. He didn’t want me very deep but that was OK. I liked feeling his hairy ass on my cock, even through the latex. Oddly, he kept his legs straight up in the air, not bent at the knees, so only a couple of inches of me could get inside of him. “We cohm togezair?” (So adorable!) Again, I nodded. He couldn’t wait, though and shot a big load all over his hairy chest. I wiped his butt and torso clean while he kept saying “Sank you!” and he was on his way.

More reclining, more wandering around. Not much there for me at all. In one cube there was a guy with his ass up in the air for anyone to use. By the time I made another circuit of the floor, his door was closed. Damn.

I went back to the TV room. The hot guy was in there again and all the seats were taken. Everyone was watching a handsome black man with an enormous dick stroking himself while he fingered his partner. Someone left and I sat next to the couple. They snagged a third and went to their room. Across from me was a young blondish guy with a goatee and a jock strap. I kind of had my eye on him most of the night but had been getting no response. Now, though, he was staring at my dick. I looked at him as I left the room. Bingo! He followed me downstairs.

He came in my room, shut the door and grabbed my cock. Within a minute he was on his knees sucking. He was really good. I mean REALLY. I’ve said before, it’s nearly impossible for me to shoot these days from just a blow job. This was not just a blow job. He had me right on the edge of busting three times and backed off at the last second. I was almost painful. He stood up and, I swear, I almost shot while we were kissing.

He laid down on his back and took off his jock and I sucked his dick for a while. I don’t think I’m very good at it anymore but he didn’t seem to mind. I hiked his legs up and stuck my tongue in his hole. I licked and kissed and bit it but he really groaned when I plunged in deep.

I stood up and he grabbed his legs, pushing his hole towards me. I didn’t need any lube. I pushed slowly. It was difficult at first but once I got inside he was nice and wet. I was really hard. I knew what he wanted and started pounding him hard right away. I held his legs up and he spread his butt wide so I could get in deeper. He grabbed the pillow because his head kept hitting the wall. He didn’t complain, he just dealt with it. The whole time he stared right into my eyes and kept saying “Fuck me, fuck my hole.” I pulled him closer and leaned in to kiss him while I pummeled his ass. My sweat dripped onto his chest.

After the third close call while he was sucking my dick, I think my ability to shoot was gone. I tried and tried, but no luck. Finally I had to stop. I was exhausted. I pulled out and said, “I'm done, man.” He kept smiling and said, “Thanks for the ride!” “Anytime.” We talked about my PA for a little bit while he cleaned up and put his jock back on. Sexy man.

That was about it. The second guy came back to my door but I think he misinterpreted my thumbs up gesture because he nodded and left. Anyway, after my initial inspection of the crowd, I wasn’t expecting anything, so I think I did pretty well.

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August 7, 2005

The Aristocrats

I went to New York to see The Aristocats on Thursday. It might be the funniest movie I’ve ever seen. It’s one hundred comedians telling and talking about the legendary most dirty joke of all time. There is no nudity or violence, just descriptions of the foulest behavior imaginable. I can’t remember laughing out loud as many times at any film I’ve seen before.

It’s not just funny, either. The Aristocrats is a very smart examination of the nature of stand-up. Every performer fills it with his personal brand of obscenity. As Michael McKean says, “This joke makes its own gravy.” I almost hate to admit it but I now have new respect for former major annoyances Andy Dick and Gilbert Gottfried (god forgive me). And Bob Saget…well, you just have to see it.

I took the Chinatown bus to New York to see it and it was worth the trip. It opens at The Ritz in Philly this Friday. DO NOT MISS IT.

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August 5, 2005

Happy radioactive birthday!

The nuclear family.

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The chicken truck

On the Chinatown bus to New York. His girlfriend spent the trip puking into a plastic bag. I didn’t notice until Karen pointed it out to me.

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August 4, 2005

Spam of the day

Subject: Monika just woke up...she was seelping naked homicidal

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August 3, 2005

Zany

When I lived in Provincetown I worked summers part-time at Zany Arcade, under my apartment. I figured if I had to listen to all that noise, I might as well get paid for it. Hardly any gay people went there but straight tourists and local guys loved it. This guy came in almost every day, sometimes with his baby girl, and he always played the same shooting game. A notorious homophobe, if he knew I was taking his picture he would have been furious. Now that I am safely out of town, I can shout my love to the world.

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August 1, 2005

Twanny twouble

After lunch at Cosí on Saturday, Karen and I went to Jembro, the Neiman-Marcus of dollar stores. I needed to pick up a couple of $1.29 curtain rods. I think Karen was there just because she likes it.

We were on our way out when two black tranny hookers who I occasionally see cruising 12th St. walked in. One of them was so tall her hair scraped the ceiling tiles, the other one was shorter and squatter but she also had some notable features. Her exposed breasts were so inflated that they completely covered her body from neck to waist. The sight of even one of these creatures at a time would be shocking even to me. Together they were dizzying.

I somehow managed to stop staring and turned to Karen. She was examining some crap priceless treasure on the wall. I whispered to her that she had to turn around right away and look at them. She did. Immediately. Oops.

“I saw that!” the tall one shouted. “You whispered to her to turn around and look. You’re making fun of my friend!” I stared, speechless. I imagined those huge tits coming to life, reaching across the room like two fat anacondas and crushing me. I started to move towards the door. Karen, bless her heart, tried to defuse the situation with humor. “Maybe he though she was pretty.” It didn’t work. As hard as it was, I didn’t dare laugh, either. Instead I did my best to make things worse. “ Well, If you don’t want people to look at them, put them away.” “WHAT!?!?” We kept moving towards the door. A barrage of comments about my height followed.

The tall tranny kept screaming at us as we made it to the front door. We were followed by a woman wearing a t-shirt that said “GIANT ARTICHOKE, CLARKESTON” with, of course, a picture of an artichoke on it. I said “Great t-shirt” and she replied, “You in trouble!” and laughed. She could laugh; she wasn’t the one in trouble! We gathered our belongings and ran out into the street.

Cecilio used to tell me someone was going to kill me someday because of my mouth and he would do nothing to save me. (No mystery why he’s my ex, eh?) He was probably right. I’m sure this would have been a freakish enough end to satisfy even him!

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