Once,about six almost seven years ago during a strange twist of fate i found myself suddenly unemployed. well this being the big city and all one thing you can not be is without a job...even if its just "till something better comes along"...so I picked up a copy of the Village Voice and within hours i scored myself a new job...doing drag queen makeovers in a transvestite boutique. Actually turned out to be a very cool job...
Every week this cop used to come into the shoppe (which compromised an entire loft floor)...he'd pick out a bra and lacey panties,pay for them...go into the fitting room to put them on and he'd leave. Big burly red headed 'stached kida Irish New York City cop.
Flash foward about a year...I was in my apartment something better had come along.The job was light years behind me...just another evening when I decided to make a quick trip to the bodega across the street from me...and I'm happy and just minding my way not realising that there had just been a drug raid...appears the store was dealing and the front door was locked...only i didnt realize it and as i went to pull the door open I pulled myself into it...where on the other side of the door about two feet from my face was the burly red headed cop. Poor guys eyes popped open and he literally took a step back. With a knowing smile I went on my merry way.
When I first started working, I did some conveyancing work for a union's women's refuge.
The person I was dealing with at the conclusion of the transaction asked me if I did any pro bono work. I was 8 months out of law school, and knew jack shit, and said as much. Didn't matter, they wanted me to sit on some committee or another, vague about the details.
Anyhoo, turns out it was the prostitutes union, and they wanted a lawyer to help them on a comittee on the legalisation of prostitution.
I went to about 5 meetings, and was often pretty freaked out by some of the venues and participants. There was me, a town planner (you'd be surprised how much of it is contigent upon zoning), an accountant, and about 5 madams and 2 cross-dressers.
It was cool/weird, and then my mum died, so I pulled out of the committee meetings.
No one rolled up wearing anything weird: they were all taking it seriously, but they took great delight in showing me (a green young lawyer) some of the transvestite dress exchange shops they had going.
Vampyros Lesbos is one crazy ass movie with a spectacular soundtrack. Anyway, I own it and it's a tame 70's movie, but it is so bizarre it is worth seeing. It's basically on of those crazy spanish films....
