my fashion gurus took me to the mall today.
at this moment I am sporting new, shiny, plastic-cherry-red pvc pants, which I'll be wearing next weekend for the Dyke March party I'll be attending. lord help me, they're hip-huggers. I don't think I'll be sitting or bending over much.
maybe the kiddies can get away with all this butt-crack exposure these days, but not me. oh, no.