Lat night at Wally World my SO spotted a sale rack, and tells me I need a 2pce bikini. Well, I was a bit insecure about it, as I really didn't think a bathing suit, let alone a string bikini would be "right" for me. (I figgured I'd look like crap) My Polar Bear said, "If I'm going to put you in drag competitons, you will need a string bikini"
So she makes me get one, and I try it on when we got home. Wow! with some shaving, I'll be awsome in this! Then I tryed on one of her old 1 pice suits. Again, very cool.
Now the part that made me sad...
I thought about all the years I spent with an unsuporting, opressive bi**ch. Then I imagine if I had met my Polar bear 20 years ago, where could I have been by now? Could people be saying "Rue Paul who? It's 5150 time" Now I fear I may be a bit old to realy make a name for myself. A conceate to be sure, but you know.....