Yesterday I witnessed a man in his fifties, dressed as a woman. "Nothing shocking about this," you might say. "We are open-minded individuals, accepting of each others' foibles."
What if I told you that this transvestite had his arm around a seven year-old boy at that time? "Still," you might continue, "no harm in that."
What if I then told you that the middle-aged man in drag then said to the small boy, "Do you have a girlfriend? Would you like me to be your girlfriend?"
NOW you're shocked, aren't you? Even worse, literally hundreds of people not only failed to rush to the child's aid, but instead laughed and clapped.
Later on in the evening, two twenty-something girls lezzed it up with hundreds of people cheering them on. The one calling herself "Jack" was wearing hotpants. There were children present.
Panto at Loughborough Town Hall. Doesn't get weirder than that.
(Oh yes it does, etc. etc.)
4 comments:
The foibles of each others? Oh no it isn't!
'Lemon meringue....'
RSN
but Laura, were you not roaring with laughter throughout and just begging to asked up on stage to join in with lemon meringue shenanigans?
BJ
The concept of a panto is completely lost on Americans... they don't have them here. Instead every community theatre puts on their version of A Christmas Carol, or something similar.
Americans just have no sense of humor sometimes!
It's a deal. I'm moving Stateside.
L x
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