Magazine Drives and Transvestites

Each fall our children's elementary school PTA has a magazine drive.  We buy our fair share of magazines and then twist the arms of aunts and uncles to do their part so our children can win copious amounts of cheap Chinese crap.

One year our daughter won a 3/4 mile limousine ride to our local pizzeria for selling the most subscriptions, 60.  I think that is still a record.  A few years back, our son won and committed one of the most selfless acts I have seen a child do.  First prize that year was a life size cut out.  You could select from any number of pop culture icons.  Our son chose that Canadian music icon, Justa Beaver.  He kept his choice secret as the school had to order it.  After a few weeks, I took him up to school and with great secrecy he claimed his prize.  We took it home where he surprised his sister with the live size cut out of Justa Beaver. 

I got so tired of looking at the image of that silly dork.  I once hid it in the furnace closet only to scare the crap out of my wife when she opened the door.  I was going to hide in the tack room once but was a afraid my wife or a horse boarder would have a heart attack and die.

As I said, we buy our fair share of magazines.  I always get "Texas Monthly".  I like the magazine, and it cheeses my wife off as she eschews all things Texan, except cowboy boots, cowboy hats and this author.  While thumbing through the latest issue, I discovered an advertisement in the back that brought me consternation about my beloved birth place.  An advertisement for fashions aimed at cross dressers.  Suddenlyfemstyle.com.  If you google it you get 6.7 million results.  Suddenly fem style.com takes you to crossdresser.com.

For some strange reason my mind wondered to the Llano County Courthouse square of the 1960's with its mixture of Civil War, World War I and II statures, plaques and heroes.  There under the live oak trees, sitting on the red granite benches the spit and whittle club met.  Old men in their worn khakis and sweat stained Stetson hats chewing  tobacco and testing the sharpness of their Case pocket knives on the fallen branches.

Not a scene one would associate with pantie hose and silicone breasts.  But then again, the odds say one of those old cusses had occasion to put on his wife's girdle..