Thursday, October 12, 2006

By the Hour

I came across these pictures, from the DiverseWorks 2005
Voyeur-themed gala, on First, Sixto Wagan steals the show as a she-man in a tartish bustier and thigh highs. Tame by comparison, that's me in the black trench coat with headphones. I was supposed to be an eavedropping flasher. My husband Carlos was a sleazy porn fan--not a stretch, and is wearing the red running suit. Together we were so convincingly creepy that when we stopped at Hollywood convenience store to buy some porn (as a prop for the party), I was followed around the store by a perv looking for my menu of services. Carlos gave off his greasy pimp vibe--again, not a stretch, and we got to the car and split.

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