The story about the party was a piece I wrote for my General Letter # 10.
I stopped producing the general letters somewhere like in 1998, when this
website was starting to get huge. The only one of these pictures actually
printed was the second pic of me on my gentleman friends lap.
Ever wonder what I would look like as a woman.
One Halloween I decided to venture into the realm of the
cross dresser. I had heard tail that it were loads of fun iffin you
weren't agin it.
This man took a shying to me though I feel he may
have been after a little more than just my friendship. I never caught this
gentlemens name but we got on like peas and carrots.
My Ex and my Niece helped me pick out my ensemble.
When your a woman and you have a petite frame like
myself all the fellas want to sweep ya off your feet. This particular
gentlemen said he might buy me something shiny. I were compelled to kiss
We had us a little bit of a shin-dig for All Hallows Eve.
Said little Swaray was in actuality thrown by my neighbors, Penny and
Greg, my own place became a makeshift rockin arena. Headlining was none
other than the band Prymal Fayth!!!! [(add 'I love you' hand symbol)
Rockers always do that when trying to make the sign of the devil.] Wooooo
Ah, but it was a grand affair. The evening prompted me to let down
the ruse I hide behind and step out of the facade that is my life. Oh but
it was a magnificent display of salubriousness all the way around. Right
up until the police arrived. Two female patrolmens asked to see the owner
or renter or whatever - I stepped to the door having dealt with the
PO-lice oft enough. "That would be me," I said with a
respectful curtsy. They laughed at me! The both of them! One going so far
as to run off my porch about it. And that other Bitch, Had the nerve to
say she'd never wear a dress like mine.
I neglected to point out that she woulda had trouble squeezing
her east german ass into an out fit like mine. Both officers left giggling
after I promised to shut it down (the party that is) and I ran, tearful as
a schoolgirl, upstairs to change into a different dress.
glorious days of Youth, For soothe they fleeteth fast. Alas we do bid
farewell to days of yore and looketh to what future holds.
Despite what you may be
thinking,,, I Am Not Rhea Perlman!!!!!!
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