i clocked his T

i woke up at 4AM to get to set this morning on a new matchmaker reality tv show(those of you who watch tv would know the matchmakers).anyhoo, so i was promised A but when i get there, it turns out to be Z. there are PLENTY of people who love Z, so really no need to lie. that was their first mistake.

all the girls are sitting around waiting for hours, when a final girl shows up right before we start filming. she is in white tights, perfect hair,paper white thick foundation makeup(very kabuki & the kind trannies use to cover their beard), she is about 5'2.i look down at the hands & they are massive, thick broad fingers, short nails with dirt under them.

ok

i know the T

3 minutes after we start filming i figure it all out & say it. this drag queen is the man the matchmaker is about to set one of us up with. a crew guys runs out & escorts me off set, Dallas is never to be seen again. 3 minutes of work, though i did get paid handsomely for showing up.

shit like this is REALLY making me tired of reality shows. you call it reality but get scared when i get real. you want me to act,play out your little script. you lie to me constantly, not trusting me with the truth.maybe i DON'T want to be in that kind of situation.maybe i DON'T want to be embarrassed or humiliated for your enjoyment. i showed up to have a good time, not to be made fun of, assholes.


plus i thought it was hilarious that they thought no one would get it(actually not so funny because those girls were such morons). yes, i did not grow up in europe, or went to harvard, or know 7 different languages but i DO know a dude in a dress when i see it.

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