How concepts wander on the low chaparelle. Like a bunch of fucking crack heads! 'Twerking' is an internet meme, some famous Barbie Doll either invented it or did it on orders from the Stalinist/Satanic West Coast leadership, and I had hoped not to hear of it again. No such luck. It's buttock emphatic, with practitioners hunching forward, ass out, working it. Initially, it was done to music, but eventually people were able to eliminate expensive and inconvenient sound production. Screaming and breaking windows is cheaper and easier than playing Bach on your digital cello. Extending a huge monumental ass and shaking it to and fro is called 'twerking,' and it is growing in popular usage. I was watching the Jerry Springer Show.
Transgender women were beating the fuck out of each other on stage. One of them was scary large, another one lithe, over-confident and vicious, but they would converse about daily life, with the security staff at ready, then they would set to slap boxing. Also fists. The larger of the two women had a boxing stance unlike most professionals, but was fantastically intimidating. Heck, I'd pay up if she said to me, "Where's the money, milkhead?" Security staff had to intervene often.
Finally, it was time to get some audience participation going. It was a relief. Some wise soul suggested into the hand-held phallic microphone that the two combatants settle their differences with a twerk off. The two individuals agreed! Winston Fucking Churchill couldn't have worked this the fuck out one fucking teensy weensy bit better! The two fine ladies needed to prove to themselves, each other and the world that their ass was as real as any woman's ass was. They were women. Not men dressed like women. And the truth was in their ass.
They turned away from each other, then back stepped carefully, each leaning forward, hands on the knees, the ankles rollicking to a drum beat. The two asses engaged at center, no talking, no senseless debate over ethics. They both worked their ass, cheek to cheek, with comparable conviction and power. With equal gender experience. Parts of the audience was overcome with sensuality. They remained locked at the buttocks for a full minute, both working their ass, nay, I say, 'twerking,' now that I'm ready to call it by its rightful name. The two transgender individuals were twerking, and when they finished twerking, I felt certain they would be able to resolve their differences and become better transgender women who twerk. And I'm glad I saw it all happen. Thanks for reading.
Transgender women were beating the fuck out of each other on stage. One of them was scary large, another one lithe, over-confident and vicious, but they would converse about daily life, with the security staff at ready, then they would set to slap boxing. Also fists. The larger of the two women had a boxing stance unlike most professionals, but was fantastically intimidating. Heck, I'd pay up if she said to me, "Where's the money, milkhead?" Security staff had to intervene often.
Finally, it was time to get some audience participation going. It was a relief. Some wise soul suggested into the hand-held phallic microphone that the two combatants settle their differences with a twerk off. The two individuals agreed! Winston Fucking Churchill couldn't have worked this the fuck out one fucking teensy weensy bit better! The two fine ladies needed to prove to themselves, each other and the world that their ass was as real as any woman's ass was. They were women. Not men dressed like women. And the truth was in their ass.
They turned away from each other, then back stepped carefully, each leaning forward, hands on the knees, the ankles rollicking to a drum beat. The two asses engaged at center, no talking, no senseless debate over ethics. They both worked their ass, cheek to cheek, with comparable conviction and power. With equal gender experience. Parts of the audience was overcome with sensuality. They remained locked at the buttocks for a full minute, both working their ass, nay, I say, 'twerking,' now that I'm ready to call it by its rightful name. The two transgender individuals were twerking, and when they finished twerking, I felt certain they would be able to resolve their differences and become better transgender women who twerk. And I'm glad I saw it all happen. Thanks for reading.
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