My Dad Has Worn My Underwear

July 31, 2007

- Not intentionally, but he has....

hmm... Where do I start. I love boxer shorts. The louder in color they are, the better. I have everything from seals carrying bate and tackle to sunflowers (an ex-girlfriends failed attempt to feminize me). I highly recommend Jcrew - they have the best patterns.

Boxers were a slight addiction. I'd wear them everyday, even if that meant you could see them through my pants. I haven't worn linen khakis since.

When I was younger, My 95+ year old grandma was insistent that if I was to wear boxers as my bloomers, there were no secrets in our house, than she was going to sew the crouches up for me. I don't know where she found fluorescent orange thread, but all 76 pairs of my shorts were sewed up with seamlessly.
Semi grown-up and long gone from living at my parents, I still leave clothes behind for my returning visits. Mainly because I am too lazy to lug home dirty laundry. Thanks Mom!

Shortly after one of my trips home, my parents went to a dinner party at the neighbors house. After dinner was served and before the coffee was finished brewing, my dad excused himself from the table and went into the bathroom. After a longer than expected amount of time, my father finally walked back into the dinning room laughing. As if they were in their own kitchen my father announced to the party of 10 that he had my underwear on. With my mom the only other guest laughing, he explained that he tried to find the slit in his boxers and when he couldn't he assumed that he had them on backwards. So he turned the shorts around and again couldn't find a way out. He apparently did this for about 15 mins.

Lesbians in TV: The Charter

July 31, 2007

I thought there would be more dykes in TV.

Upon graduating with my surprisingly lower than expected GPA, I decided to do exactly what I got my degree in: watching TV.

Finally watching endless hours of "Sale of the Century" and "Small Wonder" would pay off. Plus I thought I'd have the dating life of a champion. I was certain there would be plenty of chicks out there like me working in TV and looking for the same. I just had to pick the right road they were all heading down.

Road 1 -- production. I'd get to wear jeans and a headset everyday with a cigarette stashed behind my ear. Hot,
right?

Road 2 -- corporate. I'd have to brush my hair, stock up on khakis, and remember how to spell.

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