IF TARA CAN STRUT HER STUFF WHY CAN’T I SHOW MY ARMS?

 

There’s been an interesting routine we go through when visiting the historical sites of  Sri Lanka.  There’s a separate line the women go through during security screenings.  They take me into a curtained closet.  They don’t search my bag for weapons or pat me down, but they scrutinize my attire to insure no skin is showing.  And I mean NO skin.  I’m being supper modest about wearing long pants, covering my shoulders, no cleeve.  But, I think because I’m a whitey skin, they seem obsessed with making sure even my neck and arms are covered.  And then there’s Ruben walking around, airing out his hairy ass chest and belly and they just giggle.

SOME FUNNY FUNNY QUEER NOT FUNNY HAHA SIGNAGE