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As my late girlfriend would say "They (in Medford) just love to perv off of your lifestyle"
That was her term for voyeurs who didn't understand our way of life...they were living vicariously through us...they were, as she put it so eloquently, "perving."
As in, they can't be us, the bunch of perverts, so they love talking about us.
That being said ...of course I have a Houston story.
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I lived on and off with a stunningly handsome man about 3 decades ago. He moved back to Houston where he was dating or perhaps lived with someone named "Racquel."
He writes me and says "I want to come back." So I write him back and say "sure" thinking "third time's a charm."
Now picture the handsome young man in a supermarket in Houston discussing it with his mother.
"Mom, I'm moving back to Woburn to live with Joe."
The mother thinks about it...picture them in line at the grocery store in Texas... "Now you know I like Joe, but I don't want you living with a homosexual. Stay here with your girlfriend Racquel"
My friend looks at his mom, in line at the grocery store, and says: "Mom, Racquel's real name is Walter. I'm moving back with Joe."
Somehow Joe suddenly looks like the better option!*
*No disrespect to transvestites calling me the "better option," I just am!!!! or was...whatever.... ...and yes, Racquel/Walter, from my understanding, was a transvestite, not a transgender person. Not that that makes any difference whatsoever. People are people and we respect them all...as long as I get the good looking guy...of course...
