With that said . . .

Okay, I've taken a stance on homosexuality (see "Blacks vs. Gays") and now, let's talk about what happened to me at work last night. In order for me to get through this, it may seem like I'm talkin' about someone, or puttin' them down, or even laughin' at them, but I'm not. He was drunk, and I was laughin' at his antics, not his life style.

Well, last night I get to work, and no less than 15 minutes in to my shift, as a night receptionist in the hall I stay in, a guy from down my hall walks up. Its no big deal, nothing out of the ordinary. Well, he was dressed as a female. No big deal, he's a drag queen, and he's homosexual, cool. BUT, he's approachin' the buildin' with this tight shirt on, pulled down over his butt. Thats all the outfit is, includin' some 6 inch heels. Okay, I guess that's also no big deal, because slutty chicks dress like that all the time. BUT, his dick . . . I'm sorry, penis (for my sensitive language individuals) is hangin' out from under the outfit. I immediately look down toward my laptop, tryin' to find anything else in the world to do in opposition of lookin' at this guy/girl. I scan his ID and pray he just goes back and chill in his room (me being ignorant simply because I'm uncomfortable). But, he stays and has a convo with my partner for the night. So, "she" is sittin' here with "her" junk all exposed. Well, "she" had on underwear, but still, it had a penis! So, I'm shocked. My neck is gettin' stiff from how I have to hold my head so that I won't get caught laughin' at this "girl". We found out "she" was drunk, and then I kinda understand "her" actions. Until, other people start comin' in and "she" begins to mess with them. It was so funny. "She" was yellin' at people drivin' by, tellin' them that "she" was on her period, and wonderin' where all the boys were. At this point, I've lost it. Inside, I'm laughin' so hard that my sides are startin' to hurt. I'm textin' coworkers and my bay about the whole thing because I fear no one will believe me if I told them later. So, eventually my coworker and bay come downstairs to see whats up. "She" is still here, complainin' about her buzz wearin' off, yet not slowin' down one bit with the comedy. So, "her" friend shows up . . .

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. . . "her" friend is also a guy, but I have seen him show up, and then leave out as a female also. Luckily, on this night, he stayed a guy . . . for the most part.

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Anyway, after all that has already happened, from this drunk white girl showin' up out of her mind, upset that "this girl" has better legs than she does, to "this girl's" junk fallin' out, I didn't think it could get any worse. Man, why did I say that? My bay was here with me, and we're talkin' about what has already happened, when the guy that came to visit decides to play some Beyonce. "Ole girl" gets hype, and decides to put on a show for us. I do mean a show. "She" knows the routines to about a good 5 of the songs, slidin' on the poles, swingin' around, walkin', bouncin'; all the stuff from Beyonce's videos. She even cartwheels. That's right, cartwheels, with the short shirt on that barely pulled down over everything. We are crackin' up! This took our minds completely off the fact that the internet didn't work. Okay, a break in the action happened when somehow a conversation starts about what good-lookin' man is. At that point, they bring up dudes who could get it. Let me remind you, these are two dudes, well, one is in drag, and is now a girl, but mostly two dudes discussin' who they would do. And by "do", I indeed mean have sex with. Okay, I've laughed so hard, and my mind is so gon at this point, I realize that it is time for me to get off from work. Then, I get sex advice . . . from "ole girl". Yep, I got sex advice from a drag queen. I guess I appreciated it. I told them both it was nice to meet them, and then I was on my way. That was way too much.

Let me clarify that I am not makin' fun of him . . . or her, in anyway. I more/less laughin' at how he/she was while drunk. Truth be told, I respect him for havin' the courage to be himself despite all adversity. But yea, that was one wild night that I hope and pray will never be duplicated. If you were there to witness, you won't forget it I bet. If you weren't, well, this story doesn't do it justice. But, I bet you gotta good laugh out of it.


That's all for now, I'm still shook up about that, lol! Til next time, don't be a failure.