There once was a man who entered a pub He sat down at the bar counter and ordered a drink Minding his own business Enjoying a cold beer sliding down his throat like silk When a stranger approached him and took a seat right next to him After some small talk the stranger asked the man May I ask you a personal question? The man replied, Sure! He knew what was coming He had heard this line so many times before He also knew that the married stranger who had two kids was looking for something that he couldn't find at home Are you gay asked the stranger blatantly? Yes, I am, answered the man! Why do you ask? Not to worry said the stranger I have lots of gay friends and they're actually nice people Actually? responded the man Yes, said the curious stranger Then the man said to the stranger Alright, so you've asked me a personal question It's only fair that I should ask you a personal question too, right? Right, said the stranger Are you straight asked the man Of course the stranger replied! Not to worry replied the man I have lots of straight friends and they're actually nice people
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glue down the edges of the wig over line everything that is too small hide everything that is too big dress myself up like a doll prance around like a drunken mess dance around to try and make rent ****** you would think on the brink you would think but after the drink and the spotlight i have no doubt in my mind, this is life they call me many names, a man of many faiths or faces but never peep any laces corset underneath this slip dress another j to smoke away stress pennies never my worries i will be provided for surely i am doing my work, my work is doing me i dont know who is in control is it her, him, he is it I that takes the lead after everything is off, the mirror doesn’t notice me wondering who will ever notice me
Who decided just because I have, well... Certain bits That it means I should wear a skirt? Or a dress? I mean what does it matter? Why aren’t we just all the same? I don’t want to choose Because getting it wrong Means doing again...