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Because I haven't been there in forever, on a whim, I am hitting Hell tonight. The music should be good and at the very least I can compliment the crossdressing bartenders and get a few free beers. Seriously, they work miracles. I can put on a dress and heels, and wind up, looking like me in a dress and heels. These guys transform. Most girls don't have that kind of talent towards self glamorizing.

But so help me if that doorman gives me any shit, about my clothing. The irony of an open minded club event telling me I have to adhere to a dresscode of black is insulting. This is me, and I'm into what you got in that building. I'm not wearing flipflops or something I can get hurt wearing, so let me in.