At the gym pool today, I saw an elderly fellow fat femme. Perhaps in her eighties, she was wearing a swimsuit with bling all along the bust.
She approached me in the steamroom.
“Where’d you get your bathing suit?” she said. Mine is a halter swimsuit with pineapple print.
Me, sheepishly: “A store called…Forever 21. Do you know it?”
She: “Oh, yes. That’s a good one.”

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