I am delighted to report that my gym have had a re-fit in the changing rooms and
the previously scratched and opaque frosted glasshad been replaced with unscratched properly un-see-through frosted glass. All the gays who were queuing up to see a slightly frosty version of my genitalia and anus have been thwarted. They will have to content themselves with waiting til I am changing and see an unfrosty version of those areas. Which I have to tell you does not look anywhere near as good as the frosty version. The gays in the gym looked literally hopping mad. Well the men are imagine who are the gays. Which is all the other men in the gym. I was so surprised I even forgot to wee in the cubicle.
I am sure it will only be a matter of time before the gays go about their evil scratchy work so they can achieve their ultimate aim of viewing my blurred naked body. Who can blame them? They are only human. But it was nice to be secure in my showering for the first time in so long. If anything I was a bit too secure. I sort of missed the attention. So I started scratching the frosting off. Just a bit. Just to add a small bit of jeopardy to the experience. I mean it doesnÂ’t seem fair to the gays to not get a little glimpse. Bloody Hell my gym is homophobic. I hate that kind of thing.
I felt a little bit down today after considering the cosmos and my place in it. I think the solution is either to stop drinking on my own or alternatively to never stop drinking on my own. Having a moderate amount of drink is the only thing that will be a problem in this area. At about seven I was in Marks and Spencers and paying up for my purchase at the till. An old woman with a little old lady pully trolley came towards me from the wrong end of the queue. There was plenty of room for her to get by, but nonetheless she was saying “Excuse me. Excuse me.” There was in any case no way I could move to make her passage easier. “Excuse me lady” she said to me. I’ve had this happen to me a few times before (I have probably written about it on here, but can’t find it at the moment, so forgive me if this is a repetition). It’s because of my long hair I suppose and maybe because I am relatively short. This woman was old and a little bit scatty and maybe not looking too closely because as she (easily) passed me she said, “Oh, you’re not a lady, but you know what I meant. I didn’t mean anything by it.” The man on the check out was smiling broadly at this amusing misunderstanding. I gave him a mock offended look and he started to chuckle. Before this he’d been looking a bit fed up, no doubt coming to the end of a long stuffy day. It was good to see his mood lighten. This made me laugh in return. The old woman kept going by, apologising as she went. Other people in the queue started to smile at this. I said, “I know I am not a very attractive man, but I’d be one Hell of an ugly woman.” This made the check out man laugh more as did the two women behind me in the queue. It was a nice moment shared between total strangers. I wished the check out man a good evening and left him still chuckling and smiling to myself. My slightly bad mood had lifted. Life is pointless and stupid, but luckily it can be funny too. And I like making people laugh and sometimes I manage this. Even it is by looking like a woman. Maybe those blokes looking at me in the shower at heterosexual after all.
