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Date Posted: 16:59:38 03/22/02 Fri
Author: Dah Lionly One of a Kind
Author Host/IP: qam1b-sif-86.monroeaccess.net / 12.27.214.87
Subject: How can you tell sometimes?
In reply to: Tina 's message, "Re: Telling on Brother Herb" on 08:15:31 03/21/02 Thu

Ah, Brother Herb... the My-O-My. You do bring back memories of a well misspent youth. It was a New Orleans nightclub fixture located at the West End area of Lake Ponchatrain and it was a traditional rite of passage for all boys in those days. It was never called the Club My-O-My or the My-O-My Club by locals in the know. It was just the My-O-My. Nothing else.

Comically, it burned to the waterline (it was built on pilings over the lake) one night. The standard line of the day was that the State Fire Marshall discovered the blaze originated in the dressing room area and that the suspected cause of the blaze was all the flaming transvestites who hung out (in a manner of speaking) there. We, as a group, lacked a lot of "couth" in those days, not that we have (any of us) improved all that much with the passing years.

Another Bourbon Street headliner well into the 70s used the stage name "Sandra Sexton." Sandra had a husky, sultry, deep throaty voice. The talk of the town among the cognisoti insiders was that Sandra was also able to answer to the real world name of "Sam." After many years and many thousands of dollars, Sandra became the ultimate monument to the conquest of the surgeon's skill with a scalpel over biologigy and nature. I saw Sandra's passport. I think that s/he qualified for Danish citizenship from the presence of all the entries indicating arrival and departures from Denmark from which most such surgical practical jokes on nature of the day and time originated.

Yet another impersonator tricked a friend of mine who is a well known celebrity. My friend was certain this person on his lap during one late night get together in a back room Bourbon Street club frequented by New Orleans entertainers. We got together after his last show at the Blue Room of the Roosevelt Hotel and my live variety show at one of the local television stations. He knew that the being on his lap just HAD to be female despite all my warnings to the contrary. The creature challenged him to "feel for himself" and make up his own mind.

My friend did as invited and was instantly convinced that this creature he had been mauling for some extended period of time at that point was indeed equipped with real feminine plumbing. You can imagine his dismay when I showed him he could obtain the exact same sensations by inserting his finger into a Nerf ball to which some hair had been glued and a stragetically placed and opened slit had been made with a razor or Xacto knife.

I've seen rockets leave launch pads at slower speeds than he demonstrated when he stood up quickly, dumping the pretender ass over tea kettle onto the floor at his feet. The fall also revealed for all in the vicinity to see a carefully prepared Nerf ball, strategically placed on the former lap dancer. My celebrity friend spent several hours after that gargling with mouthwash and almost scrubbed the skin off his fingers. From what I understand, members of his backup group who were with him at the time still remind him of that incident from time to time and he has taken on a healthy skepticism about purported groupies ever since.

Before being too certain of the true identity of someone, remember that there were NO actresses in any Shakepearian plays or Greek dramas. All female roles in thoe days were filled by males masquerading as females. Despite that, many unknowing, unaware young men of Greek history and Shakespeare's England were enamored of some of the "leading ladies" of the day.

Welcome aboard, Tina. There's no one here except just us girls. Feel free to disrobe without concern. Ignore the drooling some of us do. The rest of the ladies here learned to do so long ago.

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Re: How can you tell sometimes? -- Not so sure about some of the "girls", 17:26:13 03/22/02 Fri