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Feb. 3rd, 2012 10:18 amMy brother Tom needed to get a new job. He tried a few places and in one place the manager admitted that he only hired hot chicks. So that made Tom think, "where would be a good place to go that would want to hire me?"
A gay bar of course!
Tom is an enlightened man who is incredibly comfortable with his sexuality, (helps to be raised in an environment with a lot of gay people.) is flattered when anyone hits on him, and knows that he can make good tips. So he is a bartender/server at a bar/grill. He does get the occasional individual who show him pictures of all manner of things on their iphones. I said to him that it sounds a bit like being a doctor. "Hey take a look at this." Only he lacks any qualifications. Other than, "you might want to get that mole looked at."
He said that last night at work, a gentleman who looked to be in his late forties/early fifties, came dressed as Shirley Temple. Right down to the hair. He came up to my brother and said, "Would you ask for my ID?" My brother asked for his ID and Shirley Temple handed over their ID and a note that said, "My eight year old daughter Steffi has my permission to drink. -Steffi's Mother"
Steffi ordered a manhattan and then later had dinner. My brother chatted with Steffi for awhile. Steffi says that this is who they are and while Zie (I think that is the correct term since the gender is kind of fluid here) can't dress this way at work, at least zie can do this on the weekend. My brother asked, "What do you do for a living." Steffi said, "I'm a public school teacher." I admit I laughed but you know, I wonder if they might have a good sense of empathy for the kids since there is obviously a part of them that wants to be a child. Tom said that Steffi tipped well and said bye on the way out. Tom said a few of the other customers raised an eyebrow. Tom's feeling was, "hey everyone has their particular kink and this person has a pretty healthy sense of self if they are comfortable to share this side of themselves." I am inclined to agree.
Being asked to look at an ID is a million times less exhausting than being showed all those dick pictures.
A gay bar of course!
Tom is an enlightened man who is incredibly comfortable with his sexuality, (helps to be raised in an environment with a lot of gay people.) is flattered when anyone hits on him, and knows that he can make good tips. So he is a bartender/server at a bar/grill. He does get the occasional individual who show him pictures of all manner of things on their iphones. I said to him that it sounds a bit like being a doctor. "Hey take a look at this." Only he lacks any qualifications. Other than, "you might want to get that mole looked at."
He said that last night at work, a gentleman who looked to be in his late forties/early fifties, came dressed as Shirley Temple. Right down to the hair. He came up to my brother and said, "Would you ask for my ID?" My brother asked for his ID and Shirley Temple handed over their ID and a note that said, "My eight year old daughter Steffi has my permission to drink. -Steffi's Mother"
Steffi ordered a manhattan and then later had dinner. My brother chatted with Steffi for awhile. Steffi says that this is who they are and while Zie (I think that is the correct term since the gender is kind of fluid here) can't dress this way at work, at least zie can do this on the weekend. My brother asked, "What do you do for a living." Steffi said, "I'm a public school teacher." I admit I laughed but you know, I wonder if they might have a good sense of empathy for the kids since there is obviously a part of them that wants to be a child. Tom said that Steffi tipped well and said bye on the way out. Tom said a few of the other customers raised an eyebrow. Tom's feeling was, "hey everyone has their particular kink and this person has a pretty healthy sense of self if they are comfortable to share this side of themselves." I am inclined to agree.
Being asked to look at an ID is a million times less exhausting than being showed all those dick pictures.
