I had the lovely unabashed unadulterated feast for the eyes the other night on the train. Pole-dancing Trannies…yay! What a great ending to a long grinding day, not to mention the vast amusement value attached to above-mentioned sight for red eyes.
There was a gaggle (gaggle = more than four) that hopped on at Hollywood and Vine…(how quintessential)…they were dressed in a vast array of get-ups from booty shorts to tank tops to stilettos and all conversing about their weaves giiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurlllllll…
Prior to their joyful bestowment of presence; there was a 50-something meth mom/lady acting extremely nutty and scaring people’s children and just before the trannies; she was pole dancing and simulating an amorous night with the pole in the middle of the train. So I do believe; the trannies got inspired via the meth head lady…or they were trying to show her up…either way; I got quite the free live theatre.
On a side note; I’ve seen more people doing pole dancing on the train than I have in strip clubs…so if you are looking for somewhere with no cover and dancing girls; the train is the way to go; (also because they don’t expect tips; just adoring gazes)…
