Fellagirly? Please.
I guess if I'm gonna have a killer manicure (and I DO mean KILLER - you could disembowel someone with these and hardly notice the change in tint), I ought to learn to walk like a girl. My fantastic magenta fingernails do me little good, even when coupled with the fantastic librarian glasses, if I cannot adapt my short-skirt-long-legs (with heels, I can fake the height, TYVFM) stride to an ankle-length skirt and high-heeled boots. Walking six blocks up Noriega yesterday, while late for a bus, was an exercise in feminization.
But I DID survive Muni escapades (I seem to be making a career out of taking the bus in the wrong direction), and saw Jen Kober, who was FANTASTIC, and a line-up of mostly mediocre comics. Luckily, the show started late, 'cause I wasted 20 minutes getting lost.
Also, on Tuesday I took a class at Good Vibes from Midori, and it was FABULOUS! I was the first demo volunteer, and I blushed for the rest of the night. However, the woman is the epitome of sky-high femme. It's inspiring. Therefore: my quest to walk like a lady - whether I am or not - continues.
But I DID survive Muni escapades (I seem to be making a career out of taking the bus in the wrong direction), and saw Jen Kober, who was FANTASTIC, and a line-up of mostly mediocre comics. Luckily, the show started late, 'cause I wasted 20 minutes getting lost.
Also, on Tuesday I took a class at Good Vibes from Midori, and it was FABULOUS! I was the first demo volunteer, and I blushed for the rest of the night. However, the woman is the epitome of sky-high femme. It's inspiring. Therefore: my quest to walk like a lady - whether I am or not - continues.