genderfuckers as bearybipolar.
my ears are still ringing . . .
shit,man,toad's place was freakin' hott last nite ! ! !
i was walking towards the gourmet heaven on broadway
from the gourmet heaven on whitney avenue in new haven
past the cemetary and a chorus of voices said:
GO TO TOAD'S PLACE! ! !
so i went . . .
this size 24? 26? goddess in an aqua spandex two-piece dress
was making incredible moves to '80's tunes on the dance floor.
i gave her the magic wand i had in my backpack . . .
the music changed to hip-hop and,
soce,you should have been there,
i did the hottest hip-hop dance
in the center of the dance floor . . .
eventually the goddess decided that she could
dance to hip-hop and we did various dances
from the '70's,'80's and '90's together . . .
she even got into my new dance,Manicure,
the hand jive where i raise up my hands towards the celing,
look up directly at the stage lights,
and twist my fingers and wrists
and watch the reflections on my high-gloss clear nail polish . . .
for all the manicures,pedicures,
and my honey blonde halo hair coloring ! ! !
though she was too shy to raise
those wonerful wiffly arms of hers . . .
and i really wanted to take off my shirt . . .
at different points in the nite . . .
i became Chris Farley,
Gene Kelly from Singing in the Rain,Donald O'Connor,
Shirley McClaine from Sweet Charity--
with my leg raised on the bar
in the front of the stage,
Margot Fonteyn . . .
oh,man,The Dead Can Dance!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
the hundred male members and one fist i had up my ass
when i was a young slut are still there . . .
amazingly all that barebacking,
pina coladas,white russians,
chilled white wine,rose,
bloody marys,michelobs didn't kill me . . .
and last nite i was the hottest thing on the dance floor
drinking cranberry juice . . .
add me if you wish . . .
no prior permission required.