Friday, March 11, 2011

What's your sagger?

So this morning I felt like looking a bit more masculine. I put on the biggest shirt I had and draped it with another gigantic shirt. Leftover wear from dates that were chewed and shooed, no doubt.  Thank the fashion gods for my neighbor needed a ride served as the perfect opportunity
to get the "the rules of thug apparel" and another given chance to flirt and seduce the straight wilds. So as he enters the house I am now dressed in this urban form. Immediately he tells me that I am not saggin' correctly so he approached me and says "pull your shirt up" my heart started racing and blood started flowing in other areas as well; I am thinking to myself that this was the wrong day to wear boxers. So he grabbed my jeans by my waist and gently and ever so slightly jerked my pants down to the precise 'sagging' length; which happen to be right under my pencil bed and just above my boy scout knot. I must say...I've never had such an erotic dressing experience in all my years of professional dressing.
With all the sexual tension aside, I really do feel like a boy.  Dressing in this manner has some how altered my persona; my posture has changed, my personality, and even my mannerisms all seem to  steer towards macho. Everything seemed normal and I am hoping that I am under the radar, until my phone rings; oops, a purse falls out. Is there a medical procedure that I could undergo to lower my tone; or would it be a waste because I know that I would still have a twang of gay behind deepness.