The skinny punk boys wore skinny punk clothes like just a speedo, overalls, rubber leggings, suspenders, black ripped outfits covered in rows of safety pins, mohawks, skinheads, very large jewelry in distended earlobes. The trannies wore neon pink spandex slut dresses, turquoise mini skirts and turquoise polos, and black lace nighties usually with horrible wigs and worse foundation (chicks need to learn to airbrush so bad). The tranny-lovers wore jeans and chinos with shirts and ties. The women wore secretary going dancing gear. The Eastender women wore big black dresses to show off big boobs because they had gone to the Pub first but with PVC boots underneath to show if they wanted to, their bouncer boyfriends wore their muscles under tight T-shirts. iejw wore black rubber opera gloves, a blue shirt with rolled up sleeves to show them off, an ascot, jeans, Burberry Prosum pink corduroy brogues, and a menacing black leather officer cap. I wore mid-calf high black wrestler boots with bright white laces, bright white to-the-knee cargo shorts, a bright kung-fu shirt I had only closed at the neck and the short sleeves rolled up all the way to the collar-bone, and small rectangular black sunglasses which made every trannie beautiful.
I totally danced. And caroused with gay punks while the straight men and trannie lovers watched the gays have all the fun.
i love both yours and ij's outfits best. opera gloves and a kung fu shirt, oh yeah. and, sometimes i think dancing is the only thing that matters. i once had a husband whose entire purpose was dancing. it was worth it.
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Date: 2008-05-11 10:35 am (UTC)I totally danced. And caroused with gay punks while the straight men and trannie lovers watched the gays have all the fun.
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Date: 2008-05-11 03:27 pm (UTC)and, sometimes i think dancing is the only thing that matters.
i once had a husband whose entire purpose was dancing. it was worth it.
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Date: 2008-05-11 07:32 am (UTC)Happy Thingy!
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