They Don't Know Me

I wonder what my husband and family would do if they knew I hung out all weekend with my sweet gay bois at a drag show and a male strip bar. . . . They all think I went to the city to visit my sister.

Well, I did. She went with us.

I had more fun this weekend than I've had in twenty years. Twenty-five.

I'm sick of being respectable all the time. I'm through.