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How to make friends and influence people and so on

Posted by on February 24, 2006

Working in the Mission has been an eye-opening experience after living in the gay gay Castro for three years. Suddenly, every man wants to be friends with me, or at least with some part of my body. Now in theory this is flattering but in practice it is obnoxious and sometimes threatening — I blame my inner seventh-grader, who just cannot stand it that anyone should notice she is a foot taller than everyone around her and is growing breasts of alarming proportions (though their proportions will not turn out to be nearly as alarming as she had first hoped).

However, the Mission is a place for experimentation, a place to make yourself heard. Lately I’ve been trying a few admiring shouts of my own at gentlemen I find especially notable on the street. You might hear me yell things like:

“Hey, gorgeous! I like your BELLY! I like your little POT BELLY! Baby, that sloping little belly is HOT!”

“Ooh, honey, why don’t you bring that BALD LITTLE HEAD over here? Lemme check my teeth for spinach in the sexy reflection coming off your SWEATY BALD HEAD!”

“Sugar, your 1982 DODGE DART is looking so good! I like your DUCT TAPED DOOR PANELS! Baby, I like that CRACKED WINDSHIELD! I bet we can’t even GO AROUND THE BLOCK WITHOUT THE ENGINE FALLING OUT, right? Sexy!”

Or my personal favorite for its directness: “Hey, SMALL PENIS!”

Needless to say, I am becoming a real favorite around these parts.

2 Responses to How to make friends and influence people and so on

  1. tracy

    god how i wish you were really saying this. one time at band camp? these guys were driving by and doing that thing they do and i flagged them down, walked up to the car and said, “hey, do you think it makes chicks dig you when you scream at them? cuz it doesn’t. go fuck yourself because that’s all the action you’ll be getting.” it was heaven. i’ve never done it again because i couldn’t stop shaking for like an hour from the adrenalin and fear it brought up. but i’ll never forget the look on their faces. i’m sure it was more memorable for me, they probabbly muttered, “lesbian” as i walked away. fuckers!

  2. didofoot

    awesome! biceps miller wins the day. you rock.

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