e hënë, 18 qershor 2007
Girl-Watching in the Tenderloin
Girl-watching in the TL takes a lot of stamina. it's like punching yourself in the face over and over and over again. and yet everyday i see some guys curbing it up on Polk Street, hunting. it makes the dude that goes around our block trying to sell nudie photos make real sense, despite the copyright infringement he is no doubt perpetrating. actually, now i'm not so sure. next time he offers i'm gonna take a good long hard look at those photos before i say no. maybe they're all of the same girl, maybe his girlfriend, or maybe he's a crazy voyeur and they're all originals. Or maybe they're just magazine photocopies with a white border. god's in the details, as they say. i'll find out for you.
not to mention that girl-watching in the TL can cause confusion and debate. Half the girls on polk street are not really girls, well i mean they're XY even if they happen to be XXX. so not only does it require stamina, but also probably analysis, even synthesis, before one can make the statement, "damn, girl!". unless it's all the same to them, and even in that case i think they deserve a sort of congratulatory awe and/or reverence for not feeling the need to distinguish transvestite from non-transvestite piece of questionable ass passing through their space-time. they're like heroes. heroes i don't want to particularly be near or talk to. ever.
i'm just saying. it's a skill. a skill that can't really be applied to anything else. but a skill, regardless.
-dr. honey
crappy neighborhood analyst
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this title!
i know. it's really the best part.
last time i was coming into philly from new york, in john's van with him and james, we were coming up on LOVE and james goes, "ahhh its a man!" about a tenderloin walking down the street. john immediately chimed in, "i knew that from blocks away! i knew it! i could tell by the small of his back!"
a few minutes later he said, "i never thought about how many trannies there are in philly, wandering the streets. they're like gypsies."
they aren't really like gypsies, but i bet your heroes know about this small of the back kind of thing. or, they end up like james, or steve sanders.
i've seen some hoes in philly with full on beards. skirts, heels, wigs, and beards. they don't front.
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