My mother wanted a daughter for her second child and bought tons of girl’s clothing for my birth. Sadly I turned out with the wrong plumbing, however this gender disappointment didn’t shortcircuit my mother’s proudly dressing her new-born boy as a girl.
People raised in the Great Depression understood the value of money and buying new baby boy’s clothing never entered my mother’s head.
Pink. Baby Pink. What could be the harm?
Nothing so far, but the other day I noticed that the Alcazar is holding an open contest for the most beautiful ka-toey or lady boy in the kingdom.
Grand Prize 100,000 baht.
My object of my desire is a 1970 SR 400cc Yamaha motorcycle.
It costs 70,000 baht with a book.
Ms. Tiffany World 2006 comes from Mexico and I’m sorry, but even at my advanced age I’m prettier, plus I’m not looking to win, only to place. Second place prize is 50,000 baht.
What will it take?
Shave my legs, wax my body, and grow my nails.
Learn how to walk in heels.
Speak like a crow breathing helium.
My lips would be kissable in coral pink.
Mascara would hide the crow’s feet.
Cobalt underliner would bring out the blue in my eyes.
Hell, my man boobs are better than most silicone jobs.
And I’m not gay-scared.
Hey ho Stonewall!
My mother will be so proud.