Half of it was a full length ruffly flouncy red and white polka dot skirt, while the Rolled the Corner 4th and goodbye Alabama shirt in contrast I will get this other half was a pair of men’s wool trousers. It was so perfect for me I almost shit myself. I climbed into it — as it had to be entered like pants — and all these stupid faux blond face-lifted zillionaire bitches were oohing and aahing at me, whispering their envy and fear to each other. The woman running the boutique was stupid, too, or at least stupid enough to mistake me for stupid. She kept trying to explain the concept to me, the half male/half female thing, as fucking if, ya black-lipsticked, hag-looking too-black-haired eye sore! Step off and let me give you a few fashion tips! But those others, I’ve seen their sad show more times than I can count — women who, in the moment, would slice their tits off to be me — and it’s not always related to money.
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