On Saturday I was waitin for my mate in town. He’s a cross-dresser, and I realised, that for the first time in my life, I didn’t know if the person I was waiting for was gonna show up looking like a man or a woman… strange business. Anyway, he come as a man, which was probably for the best, but for some reason, he’s tryin to lure me into the seedy side of the Manchester gay scene “go to the Wellington on a Wednesday evening at midnight; place is full of dodgy trannies…”
“yeah mate, and why on earth would I wanna experience that?! I got all the dodgy trannies I need wi’ you, D******!”
and I just been in the DSS again, new claim, an’ they won’t let me put ‘beekeeper’ as one of my listed desirable occupations… the swines!
(what also strikes me as interesting to mention about the CD- I took notes from our conversation of anything that sounded interesting, and it just reads like a list of madness- 'pink curtains. the vagina fairy. like a person dressed up as a cat, but with really massive eyes.' and so on...)
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