ManWoman

Then there was ManWoman. ManWoman? No, she/he is not a transvesite or transexual. She is a genuine ManWoman. What makes her a ManWoman? Where shall we start? Could it be her figure, or should we call it her build? Well, it kind of grows or fills-out as it moves upward from the ankles. The legs are solid, as can be witnessed from her mini-faldas. Then her waist expands with an ample beer belly. From there the shoulders are broad and the breasts are small as revealed by her halter tops. Then, the hair is curly and short-short. I think she even has her neck shaved. Her face is painted, being topped off with bright red lipstick on her twisted mouth. Is her mouth naturally twisted or twisted from alcohol? Who knows! But twisted it always is. Anyway, ManWoman's man, yes she actually has a steady man, which is more than some of us can say, is smaller and older, and he also is usually twisted. In no way can his walk match her strut. When ManWoman enters The End of the Line, with or without her man ('cause we think she sometimes sneaks out alone after he's passed out at home) everyone knows, because she struts straight down bathroom row smiling at all the men. Now, walking down bathroom row is what we imagine walking down death row might be. Yes, you got it. Hands jutting out from behind the bars, I mean barstools; a narrow plank-like walkway; and the women being deathly afraid of being groped by the inmates, I mean clientele , as most of us have been.
One night ManWoman arrived, belly hangin' out, with her man in tow, because, god knows, she's in charge of him! They sat at the bar along side myself, my sister and Chaparra. They were having a lovely time that night, although there are nights when it's not quite so lovely between them-she points her finger in his face, shouting (with her twisted, red mouth)about him flirting. All of it in her imagination because, first of all, no one's gonna flirt with the old man and secondly who's stupid enough to flirt with ManWoman's man. Well, they came back from the dance floor and ManWoman started yelling at some little, drunk guy standing in bathroom row. He moved on. Out ManWoman and her man went to dance. The little drunk guy returned and sat on her stool. I whispered over to my sister and Chaparra, who weren't paying any attention to me, that there was going to be a fight. When ManWoman returned and saw the little drunk one there she went into a rage! The little drunk man grabbed her man like a hostage, holding him in front as protection from ManWoman. I quickly fled. ManWoman picked up a bottle from the bar, pulled her man out of the way, and went straight for the little drunk one. Fortunately for the little drunk one, security arrived to save him. He was thrown out, but ManWoman and her man were allowed to stay. I'm not exactly sure how the judge and jury work in the Wild, Wild West, but I suppose you could consider the judgment to be fair, after all, ManWoman and her man were clearly the one's spening their money there. Maybe the little drunk one was stealing beers. But it was quite entertaining, especially for a night with no cover charge!