I sat next to a transvestite on the monit sheroot today. We were both wearing pink and grey, only she had on 6 inch leather thigh high Pink boots and hotpants. He/she, whatever, had an amazing body, although her ass was too flat to be a woman’s, but her breasts were perfect. As we sat there, I thought about how different we are.

We got off at the same stop (we both work in this seedy part of town), we walked parallel to each other. Pink boots looked at me and I, pink skirt, looked back. At this point I decided we liked the same colors, thus making us linked somehow (that’s the artist in me for you).

I suddenly saw, sticking out infront of me a pair of long black shiny boots, leading to a bare white backside, loosely covered with an old blue hootini. As we got closer, I saw it was another transvestite, drunk, raped, sleeping (I don’t know) with sticky dirty blond hair, collapsed on the pavement.

He/she, whatever, looked as if they had been beaten by the sun and dirt.

I started walking a little faster. But not Pink boots, she leaned over and said softly ‘Ahoti at beseder?’. Helped her to her feet, took out her grey silk shirt from her bag and covered her half naked body. It looked like she was dressing a fragile doll.

Meanwhile, truckers pulled up to stare at them and laugh.

I continued walking, tears flowing down my face.

PS: decided to change the song to one that really means a lot to me.