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Wednesday, 25 January 2006 20:01 |
 I’m one of those gay folk that wear clothes that are…well, let’s face it; teeny tiny. A lot of over-weight girls do the same thing wherein most cases they’ll wear a skanky shirt that bunches up tightly around their midsection, allowing most of their stomach to plop out exposed. If you go to places like Sound in Salt Lake City, you’ll see this behavior in both the male and female patrons. That’s because it’s trashy. What? I never said I was above trash; I’m a victim of the “I’m skinny enough to wear that” syndrome too. Whether or not my “syndrome” took over on Sunday while I was shopping at the GAP is beyond me. I couldn’t sleep all night because I couldn’t get over how hawt I was going to look in my new button-fly boot-cut jeans. Early on Monday morning, it was finally time to stare at my fine ass in the new jeans. Ripping off the price tag and size sticker, I planted two feet firmly into the legs and pulled upwards. I got as a far as my thighs when I thought, “Wow, I really AM gaining a lot of weight”. Then, I tugged some more. Swearing a little, I finally looked at the size to verify I was finally over my 32” waist size. When I read the 29 x 30 tag, I still tried to put the pants on. And then I took a picture.
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