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saturday night
stopped at the corner of wilshire and santa monica boulevards, a light, cold drizzle falling, i glance over at the corner, notice two young women in flimsy cocktail dresses, shivering and hugging themselves for warmth. as they begin to cross in front of me, i altruistically drop my window and offer them a ride, in response to which they glance at me, stiffen and begin moving faster. when i laugh and reassure them that i'm gay, i get a "yeah, right!" back.
sunday morning
at petco to pick up a harness for the hound. helpful saleslady pulls one off the rack, gives me a meaningful look as she says, "i think you'll find this one really easy--it's just like putting on a bra".
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Well, it could be worse. The women could have been cops and arrested you for soliciting. That happens.
And the knowing look from the sales lady could have been about you or perhaps your "boy" wearing the collar.
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