I resent the way women treat me sometimes
when they're serving me coffee or I'm just going
about my business. They're trying to appear
friendly through false smiles and gritted teeth.
What they'd really like to do is put me in the stocks
and sock it to me or hang me in the town square for
a crime I didn't commit. Make an example of the
clothes I wear and the little make-up I have on. They
wish for me to go about my chores as a clown with
thick painted eyebrows and bright red cheeks and
enough grease on my skin to sail all the way to China.
They happily see me bankrupt, as a down and out, they
wouldn't spit on me if I were on fire. They're serving me
up all kinds of mischief with a spurious hello and an
curt goodbye, and never again enter this establishment
or you'll pay for the price for looking good today and
making an effort, why not try dressing down a bit, like
an old tramp? kind of attitude. You don't belong here,
you're not one of us, return to whatever rich country
you came from, with your penchant for fine silk
stockings and scarves and elegant jewellery and
general good taste in clothing.”We don't want your type
around here, muddying up our streets, you're a fucking
disgrace!! The only way we're ever going to accept
you, is if you roll around in a great pile of pig shit before
stepping foot in our premises, with outsize clothing on,
looking close to breaking point. Then we'll happily
welcome you in. Why, you'll part of our original clan.
We might even extend our curtsey by throwing in a
couple of samples of free perfume!"