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When my spirits start to sag, I hustle out my highest drag...
As I was walking out the door for class, some of the girls that were there pointed out the note on the board about the self defense class/spa night that's going on tonight. I gagged and someone laughed and I said I wasn't into girlie.
What a fucking lie.
The queen in me called me out on it as I was walking out the door. He wants to go. He wants to get his nails done and wear lipstick and be the catty, bitchy queen he is. But I told him that they wouldn't see him, but me. They'd see my breasts and they'd think I was acting properly for my gender role. And the queen hates those as much as I do, so he just pouted and said that reality is a bitch.
I know honey. I know.
What a fucking lie.
The queen in me called me out on it as I was walking out the door. He wants to go. He wants to get his nails done and wear lipstick and be the catty, bitchy queen he is. But I told him that they wouldn't see him, but me. They'd see my breasts and they'd think I was acting properly for my gender role. And the queen hates those as much as I do, so he just pouted and said that reality is a bitch.
I know honey. I know.