Some items from the archives. A Cross-Dressing Special.
His Tiny, Delicate Hands.
The erotic adventures of a strapping madam.
Readers may recall that Mr Yates’ homemade pornography – which he saw fit to send to a concerned parent, as one does – featured our burly cross-dresser using a kitchen sink as erotic apparatus, and while smoking methamphetamine and asking, coquettishly, “Am I a good meth whore?” A question that every parent hopes to hear from someone entrusted with the care of their children.
The Pretending Can Get Competitive.
He identifies as a disabled woman. It’s activism, apparently.
You see, Mr Alme feels “very uncomfortable” if he doesn’t have “an outlet” for his “need to sit in a wheelchair.” That’s sitting in a wheelchair while dressed as a woman, adorned with make-up and painted nails, and while feigning disability. Just so we’re clear on this.
When asked by his wife whether this behaviour is a fetish, he replied, somewhat coyly, “Maybe so.” Our facilitator of sensitivity also tells us that he feels “a lot of excitement” when buying himself ladies’ shoes, particularly “shoes with high heels.” Indeed, Mr Alme boasts an extensive collection.
Because wheelchair and heels, obviously.
The idea that one’s bizarre and rather elaborate sexual kinks – including wheelchairs and cross-dressing – probably shouldn’t be inflicted on random strangers, on work colleagues, and on one’s own children, of which he is the father of two, appears to have escaped him.
There’s Something To Be Said For Inhibition.
Look away now.
Apparently, we’ve arrived at a stage of civilisation in which chunky middle-aged men dress as women and then deliberately piss themselves in public, on camera, as an erotic high, before sharing the recording on social media and awaiting likes. Which is to say, affirmation.
This Is Your Captain Speaking.
Argentina’s first transgender pilot uses cockpit to take endless pouting selfies.
Before becoming a shimmering vision of womanliness, Mr Campolieto was a professional bodybuilder, a proverbial brick shithouse. Hence the bad wig, the transformative powers of which may have been overestimated. And so, the pilot in charge of 250 tonnes of Airbus A330, and on whom the lives of 400 or so passengers depend, is a man whose perceptions are wildly unreliable, at least regarding himself.
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Bless you, sir. May your home not smell of onions long after they’ve been fried.
I’m still intrigued by the possibilities of a cop show called Wheelchair and Heels.
Sort of Ironside meets Cagney & Lacey, but with more transvestism.
Doaa tells us,
She – or rather, she/they – “witnessed a culturally appropriated performance by a local non-Black Hip Hop instructor.” She – sorry, she/they – is therefore now “dealing with the impacts of racial trauma,” obviously.
See has a GoFundMe to finance her “healing journey.”
Oh, there’s more.
One more time – high in neuroticism, low in conscientiousness.
In Auburn, Massachusetts (wouldn’t want it to be confused with the one in Alabama) a new Pantheon of Heroes (embiggen to be in awe of this list of Titans).
Aren’t there health and safety regulations on the amount of delusion you can be exposed to in a single day?
I suppose even basic consistency would be too much to ask. Of professional educators.
No refunds. Credit note only.
Would watch.
I was impressed by the $3,800CAD raised ’til I recalled that won’t fill a basket in a (U.S.) Dollar Tree.
Each week, for somewhat convoluted reasons, our heroes would have to go undercover in a ladies’ shoe shop or a shoe wholesaler, or some other shoe-related situation. And each week there would be issues of disabled access at a very tense moment, usually involving gunfire or explosives.
Oh come on. The thing practically writes itself.
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