Yeah, I can sure see how that would happen
See the Reuters story:
Okay, I made that up. But seriously, what are these guys on. So this has been going on for years, right?
So is there now an epidemic of cross-dressers in this town, or something, that there's reason to respect these guys' wacko ideas about 'addiction'? Did Priscilla, Queen of the Desert and Hedwig and the Angry Inch do suspiciously well at the local art house?
Or is it just that these folk are a buncha dour, humourless, paranoid obsessives so terrifyingly repressed in all aspects of expression which might have anything whatsoever to do with the more... erm... unusual aspects of sexuality that they break out in a cold sweat when they hear the word 'knickers' over the loudspeaker at the local Wal-Mart? (Always assuming one ever hears the word 'knickers' anywhere south of the Mason-Dixon line.)
Ah well. At least they're pretty good entertainment for the rest of us--though, one must suspect, awfully tedious as neighbours.
Students in Spurger, Texas were encouraged by school officials to wear camouflage hunting gear to class after they called off their annual "TWIRP Day" in which boys dressed as girls and vice versa.
The cross-dressing tradition began some years back as a kind of Sadie Hawkins Day where girls ask boys to go out on dates.
TWIRP stands for "The Woman Is Requested To Pay."
But Delana Davies, who has two children in the Spurger school, complained this year that the tradition could promote homosexuality and got the Liberty Legal Institute, a right-wing Christian legal group, to take up the cause.
"It might be fun today to dress up like a little girl -- kids think it's cute and things like that. And you start playing around with it and, like drugs, you do a little here and there (and) eventually it gets you," Davies told reporters.... stories don't mention this, but the fringe of some suspiciously pink and lacy unmentionables was seen peeking from above the beltline of Davies' dour and serious black prosyletizer pants shortly after he got off his soapbox...
Okay, I made that up. But seriously, what are these guys on. So this has been going on for years, right?
So is there now an epidemic of cross-dressers in this town, or something, that there's reason to respect these guys' wacko ideas about 'addiction'? Did Priscilla, Queen of the Desert and Hedwig and the Angry Inch do suspiciously well at the local art house?
Or is it just that these folk are a buncha dour, humourless, paranoid obsessives so terrifyingly repressed in all aspects of expression which might have anything whatsoever to do with the more... erm... unusual aspects of sexuality that they break out in a cold sweat when they hear the word 'knickers' over the loudspeaker at the local Wal-Mart? (Always assuming one ever hears the word 'knickers' anywhere south of the Mason-Dixon line.)
Ah well. At least they're pretty good entertainment for the rest of us--though, one must suspect, awfully tedious as neighbours.
posted by AJM at 11:42 a.m. (Permanent Link)
