Past Imperfect

Past Imperfect – #226

Members of the Gamma Alpha Upsilon fraternity attend Mardi Gras, 1938.

Left to right…

Fedora: “I really tried to get in the spirit of things with my frat brothers, but at the last minute my rigid Southern Baptist upbringing ruined it all. I have a feeling I’m going to be saying that for the rest of my life. Even if the only straight thing about me is my teeth.”

Easter Bonnet: “This is so freeing. I really like the gals, but something about this fake bosom just makes me feel alive. Wait, is that my pastor on the balcony over there? Hey girl!”

Squashed Beret: “I think I missed the memo that full makeup was going over the line. You’d think somebody would have said something before we got to this point. And now I’ve got to explain to my sister what happened to her cosmetics.”

Flapper Hat: “I really have no idea what’s going on, because I’ve been drunk since Christmas, but something about that hand on my shoulder is making parts of me tingle.”

Floppy Hat: “I don’t know what the big deal is. We do this all the time back at the farm. Of course, we also drink a lot of moonshine and try to figure out who our daddies might be.”

 

Previously published in “Crusty Pie” and “Bonnywood Manor”. Slight changes made for this post.

 

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  1. All I’m saying is some things,once seen cannot be unseen ever again (well nothing seen can be unseen…that’s ridiculous) maybe it should be “some things should not be seen”. That isn’t a bash type statement against men who embrace their inner woman and like to dress her in pretty clothes and undies sort of statement, mind you. I am impartial about what one wears and what gender that person in the clothes might actually be (see my treatise on transgenders in the bathroom…who the hell is looking is what I want to know). No. My statement is about the judicious use of shaving cream and razors if one is going to go out clad in frilly underwear. Please use the implements and cream. For the LOVE OF GOD use them. And keep your arms down. Pit hair to certain of us is disgusting and bolsters our social phobia to the point we don’t EVER want to go ‘out there’ ever again. Alas, I realize I’m shouting into the void, which is probably becoming highly annoyed and wishes I’d just shut up and go away. Good plan, hmmm? BTW I hope your holiday frolics are awesome Brian!! 🙂

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    • This is one of the risks that you take with Bonnywood Manor, in that you might see those things that should never be seen. Of course, you also take that same risk every time you stop for a cherry-limeade at Sonic or even open your own front door. (For the record, I’m rather fond of a hirsute man, as long as things are manageable and clean. (Ain’t gonna drag nothin’ stanky up in my bed, nope.)

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  2. It is astounding how many pictures like this turn up in the archives. Men of long-ago years seemed to find endless amusement in dressing up as women. Of course no one ever did it better than the cast of Monty Python. J.

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  3. The one in the Easter Bonnet looks like he is genuinely happy…
    Maybe it’s the booze, but that’s a nice smile! Fedora looks as if
    he’s smiling through intense pain (something about his face reminds
    me of Rudy Giuliani,) and Flapper Hat looks like a young John Travolta.
    Floppy Hat looks like a rat having lewd thoughts. His beady eyes scare me.
    Squashed beret looks like he’s mad at his mother or somebody.
    I think they’re really a bunch of federal agents looking for Machine Gun Kelly.

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    • Kid in top hat – Fudgsicles! Now I have to go scrounging for cosmetics and other hats!

      Fuzzy woman – “Oh dear, and we had just sorted out the choir rehearsal. Better get these guys worded up!”

      (Never assume someone is in a top hat! Meant the smiley dude in the back! and in no particular order)

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    • Another round of excellent observations. After the discussions with smzang and Christi (above), I really should rewrite this story. There are so many little story triggers that I could probably get an entire novella out of this mess…

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