Yesterday our group went to our Dept lunch; my supervisor is gay, and I work with four ladies; I got to the door, opened it and said ladies, and my supervisor walked through the door first.
That’s funny. I understand the gay/lesbian thing (an attraction) but the transsexual thing is really difficult for me to wrap my mind around. I know about 4 or 5 trannies. Not bad people for the most part, but I just can’t get down with it and endorse it. They really have nothing in common with regular gay & lesbian folks, but because they have nowhere to go, they latch on to that group.
I can relate to this young woman, for I am a lesbian trapped in a man’s body. Have been since I was 12. It is hell I tell ya, hell. Merry Christmas
Now you know which one is the Queen. I wonder of this is problematic when Cruise Ships sink? Perhaps the new order for the Life Boats should be; Master Race, Women and Children.
“...and my supervisor walked through the door first.”
Oh vomit!!!
Your supervisor IS a queen, and the queen always goes first.
AKA Fag Hags. My grandmother is one.