A confession of sorts

This week hasn’t been one of those write your ass off weeks where there was something I absolutely had to get out.

I’ve hung out till 2am just about every day this week and don’t feel any lack of sleep.  I know your thinking in the midst of all that hanging out there has to be something blog worth.  Nope.. Just the same thing we do all the time when we hang out..eat..drink..play cards and talk bullshit.  But there was this interesting conversation about Man Boobs…but i know yall don’t wanna hear that.

There is however something that has been bugging me increasingly.  The amount of dudes that slow down to talk to me when i’m walking home @ night or in the am..period!  My neighbor or rather gayborhood is known for trannies walking the streets for dates(sex and such).  So i’m guessing when they stop they wanna know if i’m a lady dude.. I always have on my ipod and I don’t think my clothing is indicative of a tranny..Like i have nothing hanging out..and if you’ve seen some of their outfits u’d know what i’m talking about(half naked).  But today on my way to work this old dude slowed all the way down and was coasting along side of me..i made no eye contact and kept it moving.  I dont know how much longer this will work but it is now.

Alrighty peeps..have a good weekend..Boogie loves ya!

~ by bewradley on August 1, 2008.