I'm in Philly to open for Kelli Dunham at her fabulous Gayety! going away show. (She's moving to the west coast.)
Join us tonite at 8pm at Joe Coffee.
Since Kelli is the only person I know well in Philly, I hang out with all her friends while I'm here. And since Kelli is a big fat dyke, all her friends are big fat dykes. So Philly has become Dykeland(tm) for me.
Kelli's world is full of constant gender bending ... mostly accidental. Little did I know these experiences are contagious.
Dale: "That guy who made my latte at the coffee bar this morning was really cute."
Kelli: "That guy at the coffee bar used to be a girl. She was a lesbian. But now he sleeps with guys. That way he's still queer. All the female-to-male transexuals are doing it these days. You'd like him. I hear he takes it up the ass."
Jackpot!
I always did like feminine men.
Now excuse me won't you? I'm going back to the coffee bar to flirt with the adorable she-boy. I'm so excited. I might just get to have my first transgender sexual experience. Wheeeee!
2 comments:
Whoa!
I started reading the first sentence and if life had a soundtrack to it, you would have heard the SFX of car wheels screeching to a halt. (Don't know if the crashing sound would follow.)
If Kelli is moving to the West Coast, does that put the kibosh on Sacred Underwear? Or does that mean you'll start flying over here to do some West Coast shows?
I'll be sad if that means I'll never get to see the thing. Whassup?
So, how did your first transgender sexual experience go?
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