Cross DressingThe last time I wore a skirt was not as liberating or exciting as it could have been. I'd lost a drinking game and had been given the task of running from the bar, across the road and back again whilst wearing a friends clothes as a forfeit.
Easy, I thought. I hadn't reckoned on them getting every person in the pub to block my way back to the bar whilst I was outside. I had to FIGHT my way through. And I'm not much of a fighter.
Your own thoughts on cross dressing for fun, pleasure or profit are most welcome.
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chthonic, Thu 15 Mar 2007, 15:05)
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.Mates birthday in the first year of uni saw us all dressed up as things begining with the letter of her flat; P.
She baggsied pirate and my flatmate quickly nabbed paedophile so that was out. I don't know any nuns so I couldn't go as a penguin and there was no way I was going as a penis (I have some dignity, honest.)
So prostitute it was. A quick trip round the charity shops and a delve into my ex's draws and I was ready to go out (but not before polishing off the bottle of white lightning you see elegantly modelled below:
Thankfully for us all you can't really see my face but yep thats 6'6" of pure man-whore.
We went to some swanky club night, which involved lovely confrontations with bouncers, the hand-cleaner guy in the toilets who wanted to kick me out for being a tranny, and just various fucking weird people you generally meet oon a night out. While I'm sure there were hilarious consequences to amazing anecdotes in there somewhere, I was white cider infused powerdrunk so I have no real details.
I guess both genders of clown come together into some monogendered creature of pure evil. I am twunting terrified by clowns, which also acts as my late entry for last weeks 'when were you last scared.' Good excuse to post a picture of the tattoo my mate just got done, neatly depicting what I believe they deserve.
But don't I just wear those suspenders? You want me.
(, Fri 16 Mar 2007, 1:22, Reply)
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