Little know factoid about Diane: I once was about to become a preacher/faith healer.
Yep, I had forgotten all about it until a blog friend brought it to my mind. The story goes like this:
During my job as a security guard at a Bethlehem Steel plant in Seattle, there was a shop steward dyke there, real butch, and she was a preacher at a church in a small town outside of Seattle. One day I was eating my lunch in my car and saw the "light of the Lord," and believed he was calling me to preach.
That led to the butch, who I was sort of friends with, inviting me to her church. She was just starting it with another preacher man. It was in a small house. Folding chairs were the pews and I watched the current healer do his thing. I was unimpressed. The light left me. I quit the church. I have no idea what denomination it was.
Later I was invited to the home of the butch, whose fem wife had a couple dozen cats and said she could tell fortunes. Now THAT was something I was very familiar with and can spot a fake from yards away. She was a fake. I never went to their house again.
They, along with another guard who was happily married man, to a woman (Oh, cool, we have to explain more now!), took me to my first drag show. The Golden something...I recall big portions of Chinese food and one drag queen embarrassing the straight guard. That in turn made me embarrassed for him---last drag show I ever went to.
Years after I first started that job, I asked the dyke how she knew I was gay.
"Because you carried your wallet in your back pocket."
Wow, you can't believe all the things I have learned about me from other gay people.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Gay Security Guard Faith Healer at Drag Show
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Little know factoid about Diane: I once was about to become a preacher/faith healer.
Yep, I had forgotten all about it until a blog friend brought it to my mind. The story goes like this:
During my job as a security guard at a Bethlehem Steel plant in Seattle, there was a shop steward dyke there, real butch, and she was a preacher at a church in a small town outside of Seattle. One day I was eating my lunch in my car and saw the "light of the Lord," and believed he was calling me to preach.
That led to the butch, who I was sort of friends with, inviting me to her church. She was just starting it with another preacher man. It was in a small house. Folding chairs were the pews and I watched the current healer do his thing. I was unimpressed. The light left me. I quit the church. I have no idea what denomination it was.
Later I was invited to the home of the butch, whose fem wife had a couple dozen cats and said she could tell fortunes. Now THAT was something I was very familiar with and can spot a fake from yards away. She was a fake. I never went to their house again.
They, along with another guard who was happily married man, to a woman (Oh, cool, we have to explain more now!), took me to my first drag show. The Golden something...I recall big portions of Chinese food and one drag queen embarrassing the straight guard. That in turn made me embarrassed for him---last drag show I ever went to.
Years after I first started that job, I asked the dyke how she knew I was gay.
"Because you carried your wallet in your back pocket."
Wow, you can't believe all the things I have learned about me from other gay people.
Little know factoid about Diane: I once was about to become a preacher/faith healer.
Yep, I had forgotten all about it until a blog friend brought it to my mind. The story goes like this:
During my job as a security guard at a Bethlehem Steel plant in Seattle, there was a shop steward dyke there, real butch, and she was a preacher at a church in a small town outside of Seattle. One day I was eating my lunch in my car and saw the "light of the Lord," and believed he was calling me to preach.
That led to the butch, who I was sort of friends with, inviting me to her church. She was just starting it with another preacher man. It was in a small house. Folding chairs were the pews and I watched the current healer do his thing. I was unimpressed. The light left me. I quit the church. I have no idea what denomination it was.
Later I was invited to the home of the butch, whose fem wife had a couple dozen cats and said she could tell fortunes. Now THAT was something I was very familiar with and can spot a fake from yards away. She was a fake. I never went to their house again.
They, along with another guard who was happily married man, to a woman (Oh, cool, we have to explain more now!), took me to my first drag show. The Golden something...I recall big portions of Chinese food and one drag queen embarrassing the straight guard. That in turn made me embarrassed for him---last drag show I ever went to.
Years after I first started that job, I asked the dyke how she knew I was gay.
"Because you carried your wallet in your back pocket."
Wow, you can't believe all the things I have learned about me from other gay people.
Little know factoid about Diane: I once was about to become a preacher/faith healer.
Yep, I had forgotten all about it until a blog friend brought it to my mind. The story goes like this:
During my job as a security guard at a Bethlehem Steel plant in Seattle, there was a shop steward dyke there, real butch, and she was a preacher at a church in a small town outside of Seattle. One day I was eating my lunch in my car and saw the "light of the Lord," and believed he was calling me to preach.
That led to the butch, who I was sort of friends with, inviting me to her church. She was just starting it with another preacher man. It was in a small house. Folding chairs were the pews and I watched the current healer do his thing. I was unimpressed. The light left me. I quit the church. I have no idea what denomination it was.
Later I was invited to the home of the butch, whose fem wife had a couple dozen cats and said she could tell fortunes. Now THAT was something I was very familiar with and can spot a fake from yards away. She was a fake. I never went to their house again.
They, along with another guard who was happily married man, to a woman (Oh, cool, we have to explain more now!), took me to my first drag show. The Golden something...I recall big portions of Chinese food and one drag queen embarrassing the straight guard. That in turn made me embarrassed for him---last drag show I ever went to.
Years after I first started that job, I asked the dyke how she knew I was gay.
"Because you carried your wallet in your back pocket."
Wow, you can't believe all the things I have learned about me from other gay people.
Little know factoid about Diane: I once was about to become a preacher/faith healer.
Yep, I had forgotten all about it until a blog friend brought it to my mind. The story goes like this:
During my job as a security guard at a Bethlehem Steel plant in Seattle, there was a shop steward dyke there, real butch, and she was a preacher at a church in a small town outside of Seattle. One day I was eating my lunch in my car and saw the "light of the Lord," and believed he was calling me to preach.
That led to the butch, who I was sort of friends with, inviting me to her church. She was just starting it with another preacher man. It was in a small house. Folding chairs were the pews and I watched the current healer do his thing. I was unimpressed. The light left me. I quit the church. I have no idea what denomination it was.
Later I was invited to the home of the butch, whose fem wife had a couple dozen cats and said she could tell fortunes. Now THAT was something I was very familiar with and can spot a fake from yards away. She was a fake. I never went to their house again.
They, along with another guard who was happily married man, to a woman (Oh, cool, we have to explain more now!), took me to my first drag show. The Golden something...I recall big portions of Chinese food and one drag queen embarrassing the straight guard. That in turn made me embarrassed for him---last drag show I ever went to.
Years after I first started that job, I asked the dyke how she knew I was gay.
"Because you carried your wallet in your back pocket."
Wow, you can't believe all the things I have learned about me from other gay people.
Little know factoid about Diane: I once was about to become a preacher/faith healer.
Yep, I had forgotten all about it until a blog friend brought it to my mind. The story goes like this:
During my job as a security guard at a Bethlehem Steel plant in Seattle, there was a shop steward dyke there, real butch, and she was a preacher at a church in a small town outside of Seattle. One day I was eating my lunch in my car and saw the "light of the Lord," and believed he was calling me to preach.
That led to the butch, who I was sort of friends with, inviting me to her church. She was just starting it with another preacher man. It was in a small house. Folding chairs were the pews and I watched the current healer do his thing. I was unimpressed. The light left me. I quit the church. I have no idea what denomination it was.
Later I was invited to the home of the butch, whose fem wife had a couple dozen cats and said she could tell fortunes. Now THAT was something I was very familiar with and can spot a fake from yards away. She was a fake. I never went to their house again.
They, along with another guard who was happily married man, to a woman (Oh, cool, we have to explain more now!), took me to my first drag show. The Golden something...I recall big portions of Chinese food and one drag queen embarrassing the straight guard. That in turn made me embarrassed for him---last drag show I ever went to.
Years after I first started that job, I asked the dyke how she knew I was gay.
"Because you carried your wallet in your back pocket."
Wow, you can't believe all the things I have learned about me from other gay people.
Little know factoid about Diane: I once was about to become a preacher/faith healer.
Yep, I had forgotten all about it until a blog friend brought it to my mind. The story goes like this:
During my job as a security guard at a Bethlehem Steel plant in Seattle, there was a shop steward dyke there, real butch, and she was a preacher at a church in a small town outside of Seattle. One day I was eating my lunch in my car and saw the "light of the Lord," and believed he was calling me to preach.
That led to the butch, who I was sort of friends with, inviting me to her church. She was just starting it with another preacher man. It was in a small house. Folding chairs were the pews and I watched the current healer do his thing. I was unimpressed. The light left me. I quit the church. I have no idea what denomination it was.
Later I was invited to the home of the butch, whose fem wife had a couple dozen cats and said she could tell fortunes. Now THAT was something I was very familiar with and can spot a fake from yards away. She was a fake. I never went to their house again.
They, along with another guard who was happily married man, to a woman (Oh, cool, we have to explain more now!), took me to my first drag show. The Golden something...I recall big portions of Chinese food and one drag queen embarrassing the straight guard. That in turn made me embarrassed for him---last drag show I ever went to.
Years after I first started that job, I asked the dyke how she knew I was gay.
"Because you carried your wallet in your back pocket."
Wow, you can't believe all the things I have learned about me from other gay people.
Little know factoid about Diane: I once was about to become a preacher/faith healer.
Yep, I had forgotten all about it until a blog friend brought it to my mind. The story goes like this:
During my job as a security guard at a Bethlehem Steel plant in Seattle, there was a shop steward dyke there, real butch, and she was a preacher at a church in a small town outside of Seattle. One day I was eating my lunch in my car and saw the "light of the Lord," and believed he was calling me to preach.
That led to the butch, who I was sort of friends with, inviting me to her church. She was just starting it with another preacher man. It was in a small house. Folding chairs were the pews and I watched the current healer do his thing. I was unimpressed. The light left me. I quit the church. I have no idea what denomination it was.
Later I was invited to the home of the butch, whose fem wife had a couple dozen cats and said she could tell fortunes. Now THAT was something I was very familiar with and can spot a fake from yards away. She was a fake. I never went to their house again.
They, along with another guard who was happily married man, to a woman (Oh, cool, we have to explain more now!), took me to my first drag show. The Golden something...I recall big portions of Chinese food and one drag queen embarrassing the straight guard. That in turn made me embarrassed for him---last drag show I ever went to.
Years after I first started that job, I asked the dyke how she knew I was gay.
"Because you carried your wallet in your back pocket."
Wow, you can't believe all the things I have learned about me from other gay people.
Little know factoid about Diane: I once was about to become a preacher/faith healer.
Yep, I had forgotten all about it until a blog friend brought it to my mind. The story goes like this:
During my job as a security guard at a Bethlehem Steel plant in Seattle, there was a shop steward dyke there, real butch, and she was a preacher at a church in a small town outside of Seattle. One day I was eating my lunch in my car and saw the "light of the Lord," and believed he was calling me to preach.
That led to the butch, who I was sort of friends with, inviting me to her church. She was just starting it with another preacher man. It was in a small house. Folding chairs were the pews and I watched the current healer do his thing. I was unimpressed. The light left me. I quit the church. I have no idea what denomination it was.
Later I was invited to the home of the butch, whose fem wife had a couple dozen cats and said she could tell fortunes. Now THAT was something I was very familiar with and can spot a fake from yards away. She was a fake. I never went to their house again.
They, along with another guard who was happily married man, to a woman (Oh, cool, we have to explain more now!), took me to my first drag show. The Golden something...I recall big portions of Chinese food and one drag queen embarrassing the straight guard. That in turn made me embarrassed for him---last drag show I ever went to.
Years after I first started that job, I asked the dyke how she knew I was gay.
"Because you carried your wallet in your back pocket."
Wow, you can't believe all the things I have learned about me from other gay people.
Little know factoid about Diane: I once was about to become a preacher/faith healer.
Yep, I had forgotten all about it until a blog friend brought it to my mind. The story goes like this:
During my job as a security guard at a Bethlehem Steel plant in Seattle, there was a shop steward dyke there, real butch, and she was a preacher at a church in a small town outside of Seattle. One day I was eating my lunch in my car and saw the "light of the Lord," and believed he was calling me to preach.
That led to the butch, who I was sort of friends with, inviting me to her church. She was just starting it with another preacher man. It was in a small house. Folding chairs were the pews and I watched the current healer do his thing. I was unimpressed. The light left me. I quit the church. I have no idea what denomination it was.
Later I was invited to the home of the butch, whose fem wife had a couple dozen cats and said she could tell fortunes. Now THAT was something I was very familiar with and can spot a fake from yards away. She was a fake. I never went to their house again.
They, along with another guard who was happily married man, to a woman (Oh, cool, we have to explain more now!), took me to my first drag show. The Golden something...I recall big portions of Chinese food and one drag queen embarrassing the straight guard. That in turn made me embarrassed for him---last drag show I ever went to.
Years after I first started that job, I asked the dyke how she knew I was gay.
"Because you carried your wallet in your back pocket."
Wow, you can't believe all the things I have learned about me from other gay people.
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