I’m no slacker. I bet you thought I just wrote fancy stuff all the time for pay, didn’t you? The truth is, I also assemble air ducts. Yep, All 5 feet 5 inches and 140 pounds of me assembles air ducts on an assembly line right along with a bunch of foul mouthed alpha males. [...]
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There was once a time, long ago in the 1960s, when a guy or gal could be arrested on the spot for wearing 3 or more articles of cross-gendered clothing. A pair of panties, a wig, and some fake lashes could get you a night in the slammer, locked up with other persecuted innocents and unsavory characters alike. If the police raids on the gay bars didn’t kill you, there was a good chance that a night in jail would.