February 15, 2009
No one missed seeing that streak. Especially not the girl in David’s nine fifteen class who recognized him. I don’t know how she knew and I don’t want to know. In class, she kept looking over at him in a fetching mixture of embarrassment, excitement, and pure lust. Every time she looked, David became more agitated
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February 3, 2009
I began my Beauty Pageant career as the sacrificial lamb for the Alpha Zee Delta “Miss Beautiful” pageant in college. It was one of those men-dress-up-in-drag things where men act like women, or; more accurately, how a woman would act if she’d just drunk a case of beer and chased it down with a bottle of paint thinner.
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