Mama's dresses (Peter's story part 2)

Hey guys I'm back... Sorry for not writing in a while (not that any of the zero views I've got give a fuck hahaha), but I've been busy "working"... ya' know the drill.

Anyway, as a teenager I was one of those invisible kids that nobody noticed. I wasn't even teased, I was like a desk or a wall in the classroom. I existed to exist. After I graduated high school I knew I didn't have a chance at college: no money, no IQ, no self esteem. Around that time papa completly disapeared. Seriously, he just vanished, I swear hell swalllod him or something. Lets just let the devil be bored by him from now on.

I spend sometime as a waiter spitting on food, some as busboy scaring old ladies, some as a cleaner ... name any crappy job and I had it. After being a total loser I just stopped. I stopped the day mama died. It was a very odd day, because you could say we were alone in the world, with dad vanished and the rest of the people that ever knew us not giving a fuck. I had no clue of what to do with the body: hire someone to bury her? with what money? Bury her myself? They would have thought that I killed her, and since I did have motives I didn't wanna screw with that. So I called a university and donated the body for "educational purposes". Hey, at least dead she help her community more than when she was alive.

So now it was just me. Me alone. Me at home. That house was mine, I think. I don't know where my mom's will is, or the house legal papers. Still I kept living there and there didn't seem to be a problem, no one cared, the house was too small and too ugly anyway.

I was unemployed. I was alone. I didn't know what to do. So I started to clean the house. I cleaned the kitchen and threw most things away. I cleaned the living room and threw most things away. I entered my mom's room, and as I was cleaning her closet and was getting ready to throw all her dresses away... something occurred to me.

I'll tell you what happened soon, until then I have some dresses to wear and some bills to pay.

Yours truly,

Pete

Life is a Drag (Peter's story part 1)

Hey Folks, You could say my personal motto is "life is a drag", and that's not only because I'm a drag queen... it's because life actually sucks.

My name is Pete, Petey, Peter, Pretty Mary, Mary, Mary the drag, or just that Fucking Drag. I am a drag queen; or maybe you could just consider me a dude dressed as a f%$ girl if you are one of those who think drag queening is an art. I am not an artist. I ended up in this shit by mistake and now I can't really get out of it, but I'll get back to that later.

'The first think you need to know about me is that I'm STRAIGHT. That's right, I like pussy, bearded clam, tuna taco, chewbacca, or just vagina, however you wanna call it. As I said before, I'm a drag by accident, not because I like cock. The second think you need to know about me is that I hate life, I'm just too much of a coward to kill myself.

Listen folks, you might think that I'm crazy, but there is much more to it. Life f·$%·$# sucked for me since I was a kid. Papa was a loser, and Mama was a bitch... literally. According to the webster dictionary a bitch is the female of the dog (which wouldn't be a bad definition for mama either) or a a lewd or immoral woman (which is just the perfect way to describe her). I know it's horrible that I talk about her this way, but you wouldn't judge me if you ever met her.

Papa was a loser, as I said. I really don't wanna talk much about him because this would get truly boring. He is just one of those dudes that was born to breath, eat, work, and die. Hey at least I get drunk and dress up as a girl. I still think papa was a better person than mom, I just don't think it's worth my time to write about him or yours to read about him.

Basically, thanks to those two people I was born: Once upon a time the biggest loser bangged the town whore. Mama was pregnant and broke, so she got the guy to marry her and pay the bills. 2 months after I was born she was all ready bangging someone else... hey at least she was faithful for a while.

I remember when I was a kid dad slept on the sofa, mom slept on the bed, and some random guy slept on mom. That's just the way things were. I slept in my own room, but you could hear the gang bangs coming from the other room from time to time. I grew up watching cartoons which I absolutely loved, specially the hot chicks that were in them. Dude I grew up way too fast. I fancied that Daphne girl from Scooby Doo. I think she was even my fist jerk off.

Hey guys, I'll continue telling you my story and how I ended up dressing as a whore latter, but for now I gotta go, all right? Time to go to "work" ya' know.

Cheers...