Now the good stuff...

Last night I had my most fufilling moment while teaching. I always expected it would come in the form of "tutoring" some young mind with a perfect body, but they don`t seem to be students in my classes. 
We went over MLK`s "I have a dream" and our national anthem. Good stuff. I also made them peanut butter and jelly sandwiches last week, which they found exotic and tasty.  If they think that`s exotic, wait until they see me in the bragger...
All this talk of perfect bodies reminds me,  I finally found the street where all the tranny prostitutes hang out. Its scary how good men can look in a dress from 20 yards away.  It may have had something to do with the fake boobs, the half bottle of wine I drank, the hour of Queer Eye I had just finished watching, or mayb e just God playing tricks on me in general.

My taxi driver explained that they were men, in case I didnt know about the phenomenon.   I didn`t get everything he said, but I definately understood  "un gran sopresa".  For those of you who havent been studying spanish as much as me, it means " I cant believe I`m holding a penis and boobs at the same time ".  The taxi driver also admitted that he wants to try a man 5 minutes before he dies, just to know what its like.   For men here, that admission`s tantamount to singing showtunes and wearing chaps.  Ok I guess standing on the corner in a dress and giving lube jobs to every car who stops is pretty gay too.