grace

Hey folks! Let me update you on my recent disasterous gender confused dating odessy... After accidentally going on a date with a man whom I thought was a transgender woman, I decided that perhaps assuming one's gender based on subtle details like voice, hand size and appearence of an adams apple was too prejudicial (no shit, right?) From here on I will stick to dating those who are obviously women. So, like I described in my last post I went out to a club with bondage freaks and what not, my new favorite crowd, and was collared, handcuffed and otherwise enslaved by a lady in a patent leather dress and red lipstick. At least that's what I thought after about five shots of rum... Apparently those five shots of rum made a man in womens clothing look pretty damn convincing.

San Fran-fucking-cisco.