I'm not flying much lately but I probably will start up again soon.
That said, I saw this thread on Bruce and could not resist offering an opinion.
Bruce crossed a bit of a line when he changed to Caitlyn. The crossing of this line has allowed me to spout off.
1. Regardless of the remainder of the work, the primary question extant in my mind is, what about the twig and berries/meat and two veg/Big Jim and the twins? Were those too whacked or is he now una mujer con la pinga (or a dude with boobs, if you prefer)?
2. I was checking out those legs. Why? I was hopeful that, as a former athlete, maybe Cait would have some nice ones. I'm sorry to report: those legs have some saggy/wrinkly skin on them that looks like it would be better sited hanging from the underside of an old lady's upper arm. Additionally, Bruce's entire lower half is a bit boxy and the geometry of the legs, saggy skin aside, is very unattractive. I'm calling those legs a 4.2 - and, rest assured, he can only expect less from the Russian judge.
3. Let me make this point very clearly: crossing the line opens Cait to just the kind of critique in which I engaged in part 2., above. Everyone here needs to understand that one of the joys of manhood, especially aging manhood, is slumping couchbound, one hand resting on genitalia, the other on one of any of a huge stack of remotes (that no wife can fully understand - and thank god for that incomprehensibility and YESIAMAWAREOFSMARTREMOTESANDS TILLWANTNOPARTOFANYSUCHTHINGF ORREASONSCITED) - while parked in front of a huge and gorgeous display in a house of my own design AND YELLING AT BESPOKE DISPLAY*. Welcome to that kind of audience, Cait. Understand that fat troglodytes will now be evaluating you for admission to the mental microfiche; a rather dark and slimy place from which your image may (if you're lucky) or may not (sea-hag) be summoned at times during which the "storer" needs to complete some act which began with highly hopeful arousal and is now ending with the same ol' draining of the damnably persistent refillable lizard.
4. Trannies? Would I? I'm honestly not sure. What I will tell you is that, if you buy a hooker in Thailand and she's over 5'4" or so, you're probably in for a surprise. At that point, you will be able to answer the question to your own satisfaction. Until then, the sea-hag Cait is a poor subsititute for "passable" and I can definitely say I wouldn't do THAT. Likewise, I won't rule anything out, because, hey, that Tranny on Britain's got talent was pretty hot, except for the beard and the adam's apple and the manhands and manfeet and probably some other bits that weren't available for viewing in prime-time. Maybe she's a bad example. Somebody sent me a nice powerpoint of a beauty contest in Thailand and THOSE trannies were, to a man, 7.5+.
So, clutch on,gents, and keep a remote nearby at all times. You'll find me there, when I'm not working out or sleeping in a vat of cortisone. Maintenance...
*My father, who taught me well, used to specialize in drinking martinis while flipping hannels. Each new image would typically be greeted with a racial/ethnic epithet, then bid farewell.
