Overview

This is free to read for all for three days. If you like it, please support me by buying it on Kindle. Also, please buy the paperback version. It will look good one day stuffed in a box in an attic with the underground poet publications you were given from those weirdos in college. This began with the backbone of a touching, funny ironic story. The more backlash I received, the more offensive words and plays on clever words I packed into this short story. This story is a mirror to the behavior I've been saying is unhealthy. Some people don't get past the first line. The first line is the stories intent. Beautiful, smack! I feel that making fun of things is the essential and only way for people to be comfortable with things. No one gets comfortable watching someone hop around looking like a beet-red blood pressure dad. It's a lot harder to laugh, I know. Please laugh. I'd have six pack abs from writing this, if it weren't for all the ice on my tummy. A touching story of a transgender prostitute living in Milwaukee in the 80's. May is 38 years old and a serial killer is terrorizing her community. The police aren't doing anything about it and won't even admit there is a connection in the killings. Packed with comedy and even more irony, you will enjoy this heartwarming story, but only if you have an iron stomach and thick skin. If you found your dad's National Lampoon's and you have ingrinned in your head a cartoon of a tattoo of a lighthouse with rocks, you might like this style of crude, offensive humor and language. But's only offensive if you get offended. You have the right to be offended. I have a right to tell a compelling story that only has love and forgiveness in its roots. If you look at the story closely you cannot deny it's one about love and acceptance for the gay and transgender community who I am a part of both and love dearly.