Not quite a decade ago, my friend Danni invited me to a funeral of the father of a cute girl she kind of had a crush on. I didn't know any of these people, of course, but I went.
(I know, I know, but hey, I went anyway...why not, I figured.)
It was at Dillard (the university, not the department store. It was quite the extravaganza too. We're talking multimedia.
But I digress.
Flash forward. Danni's been in San Francisco for more than 5 years now. I saw the girl once, at the Circle Bar, with a group of white girl lesbian punks one night.
Suddenly, one night about a year ago, I'm browsing aimlessly on Friendster and see someone that jogs my memory. It's the cute high school girl....except, well, she's ...ummm...changed a bit.
She's become a man.
There, right front and center is...umm... his...picture, shirtless on the beach.
Ummm...can't deny it, it's damn good work, don't you think?
Damn good.
Marisa Abela in Balmain at the BACK TO BLACK Paris Premiere
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We’re not entirely sure how a gal should dress while promoting her poorly
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2 comments:
You're not kidding. Damn good work. I wonder how much that cost?
Now there's something that doesn't happen every day! How did you know it was him?
I'd kill for that chest!
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