Puss Prefers Professionals
I am drawn to your fatherly constant disapproval.
I always meet my lovers in private, off site locations; I have a nest of apartments & boat slips in a myriad of ports. Whenever I have to attend a grand opening or gala , I find it’s best to be accompanied by a professional escort, an Extra Man, fluent in Romance Languages & American Literature, opera etiquette & altruistic tidbits of ecological information. A supple man to elevate the party’s intellectual level, who is eye candy enough blow a breeze up the dusty holes in the aristocratic family trees who make up my dinner set. (& leave me free to take The Wine Steward in the cellar.)
Recently, The Hot Box, my escort service, sent me a new Extra Man, Louis. We drank a case of Krug & made a seven-course meal of caviar. Louis & I waltzed across a sandy beach & learned of each other’s fractured personalities through our bodies’ tightly clad movement; all writers know that it’s better to show, not tell.
Louis is a man from another era & my perfect archetypal lover; I am drawn to his fatherly constant disapproval. He is my Gatsby & my Brett Ashley: I know everything he would show me, and even more about what he wouldn’t. I am his Daisy, both Miller & Buchanan, the voice of his subconscious that is a slave to his libido.
My Extra Man carried me to bed & I dreamed of how he might erect his white picket fence, wearing lacy black lingerie, for me. I suppose I should keep it professional; maybe I will let him pay me for my company next time.
-Puss Bainbridge (88321C)
Pics of Paul Dano dressed as a woman
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Tags: drag, Gatsby, Lady Brett Ashley, Paul Dano, The Extra Man
