I went to see Kinky Boots last night a musical about a shoe company that started making boots for drag Queens. They made boots with a strong heel so they could stand the wieght of man. Anyhow the show was full of drag Queens I wounder if they would like to be known as actors or actress. Or maybe they could be the "ones yet to decide"
It's all very silly imo they want to go and get a proper job and have something more important to worry about than what their title is But... having said that.... in my younger days I never minded being called Miss. But when I got married I hated Mrs it made me feel very old and boring overnight...but then after divorce, Ms felt even worse....like a cat collecting man hating spinster lol. So I guess I wouldn't be sorry if they stopped asking you for titles full stop Mind you I haven't tried Mr yet I might next time and see if they dare challenge it
I wouldn't - if you were dressed in black leathers. But then again, I am one who steers clear of political crap and upsetting people with minor, irrelevant quips.
Hey....don't knock it... £200 for walking on some doofs back with your stilletoes on.......that's a new Shoei lid with 3 customers
I couldn't take Nigel as a customer he'd be too busy telling me how to do it right... Unless I could get one of those Sarcophagus things with spikes in...pop him in there for a few days.... or weeks
Too right, Loz. If you can't do it right the first time, you're outa there!! This topic prompts me to share a poem I wrote some years ago: Club Rhododendron In the underground Club Rhododendron partaking in forbidden lust, leather-clad masters attendin’ slaves who are tied, bound and trussed. I absorb undivided attention my fingers by pilliwinks restrained, although I dare not to mention that recently I have been ordained. Candlewax sears my skin’s epidermis while strapped to mahogany board, addicted to this private service Oh, forgive me please my dear Lord. “Don’t be so tame inflict intense pain. A whip and a bash? Yes please, Madam Lash! I’ll stretch on the rack enjoy welts on my back. In here we have won when I finally come.” Lawyers and clerks, a downcast mortician subject their bodies to fate, and a very well-known politician now walks with a wobbly gait. My hour has almost expired in the dungeon of demonic feast, and in moments I will be admired when I resume my life as a priest.
