Showing posts with label drag queen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drag queen. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Dragnet 1968



Dragnet 1968
We were working the Day Watch out of the Public Morals Division out of the Wilshire Division. The Captain was Lemuel Sancocho. My Partner is Bill Gannon. My name is Friday. I carry a badge. And a grudge.

Bill Gannon walked into the division and hung the shiny jacket of his Robert Hall suit on the hook on the wall at the back of the squad. We had been partners for twenty years. We agree on most things. Except barbeque sauce. And Politics.

“Morning Joe. Coffee?”
“Get it to go. We have a call.”
“So early? The perverts don’t usually come out until the sun goes down. Is the Democratic
 Convention in town?”

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Housewives of Melbourne


The individual indicated, Gina, I learned by looking online, is a tranny or I am a monkey's uncle.

Disclosure: I actually am the uncle of a couple of little monkeys so it's hardly a good bet.

A million tells. Possibly five or six good tells. 

I noticed by clicking through channels. I was snagged by an unfortunate accent, one that squeezed vowels to near extinction. She was talking about ESP and about being diagnosed for cancer. The whole time I was thinking, "Nobody, and I mean nobody applies contrasting lip outliner except drag queens, and overly darkened expanded beyond eye sockets eye make up, with excessively long eyelashes. I'm looking at a drag queen." Simple as that. 

Heavy makeup beyond the pale is the first clue of a drag queen. Her makeup kit is a fishing tackle box.

Standing up, Gina in her tight-fitting dress has the backside of a man. Not the shape of a woman. Not the sinuous movement a woman's body makes when she moves. The weight does not shift as a woman's weight shifts so fascinatingly. The hips are those of a man.

The next scene was the women assembled together at a party. Gina reached out to feel another woman's breast, I suppose to check on their authenticity. That is a liberty a drag queen would take not an upper class woman, not even an Australian woman would do that. But a drag queen would.

Disclosure: Some women I know are so proud of their new breasts they offered to allow me to feel them, without me even asking. Conclusion: they fell hard and unlike natural breasts.

The woman Gina attempted to feel up blocked her intrusion and grabbed her wrist and chided her attempt. Then oddly, compared hands. No dialogue just a quick hand comparison. The real woman's hands are half the size of Gina's, admittedly taller, but still, those are monstrously large hands, even more so with ridiculously extended nails. 

Excessive makeup
Moderately deep voice that is purposefully softened
Drag queen nails that wealthy women avoid
Hips of a man.
Not a woman's butt
Dominates conversation
Aggressive opinions.
Oversized wide manly hands
Drag queen stage poses that real women do not make.

It is quite obvious. Were she to tone it down she'd be less obvious. And that is something drag queens cannot do. They're always reliably over the top.