evolution

“My mom threw me out of the house at seventeen for getting pregnant, then had me arrested when I tried to get my clothes.  Then she fucked the head of parole to try to keep me in jail.  She was some prime pussy back then.  But the warden did some tests on me and found out I was smart, so I got a scholarship to go anywhere in New York.  I chose the Fashion Institute of Technology, which I hated.  But by that time I was already getting work making costumes for the strippers and porn stars in Times Square.  All my friends were gay people, because they never judged me.  All I did was gay bars: drag queen contests, Crisco Disco, I loved the whole scene.  And I couldn’t get enough of the costumes.  My friend Paris used to sit at the bar and sell stolen clothes from Bergdorf and Lord and Taylors, back before they had sensor tags.  So I had the best wardrobe: mink coats, 5 inch heels, stockings with seams up the back.  I looked like a drag queen, honey.  One night a Hasidic rabbi tried to pick me up because he thought I was a tranny.  I had to tell him: ‘Baby, this is real fish!”