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Emma’s SUPER QUIZ
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This had the potential to be an explosive topic.
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The SUPER QUIZ is where the tough questions get asked Claire!
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Thank you for the “cooking” tip on the makeup, I too am rubbish at it since I never practiced it when younger (I got away without needing to wear it until my mid-40s early 50s).
One question, may I ask if you are North American? I noted the use of the term restroom.
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And I do appreciate your work in sorting out these important issues, well tissues in this case.
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Hi PvK, no I am not American…you have however tumbled the fact that I cut-and-pasted an article from the interweb as I could not be fagged writing something out.
I am of French heritage which will explain a lot to those that know me. And, no, I do not pick up dog poo from the footpath either just like my countrymen and women in Gay Paris! xx
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Thank you Claire, I am an Angel of Mercy it is true xx
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Emma_Thorne wrote:… I do not pick up dog poo from the footpath either just like my countrymen and women in Gay Paris! xx
Mon petite sœur …, quite, it’d be a little outré to pick it up if you didn’t own a dog …
Do you own a dog though? … enquiring minds and all that …
Cheers, Petra …
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No, I do not own a dog so my resolve is quite hollow really…….
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Emma_Thorne wrote:No, I do not own a dog so my resolve is quite hollow really…….
Thank you for the clarification … however, it does bring one to wonder as to the value of your answer in question 5, part 2 … the resolve thing being hollow and all that …
Cheers, Petra
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I answer, and confess, everything dear x
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Emma_Thorne wrote:I answer, and confess, everything dear x
See, it’s so much better out than in, the relief after unburdening I mean
No, no it’s no good, I can’t keep it up, the double entendres and besides, I’ve probably transgressed several community standards
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Hi Emma,
Whats the weirdest place you’ve been and had sex there
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HI Emma
Im wondering if you were always the picture of sophistication and elegance you are today, but whats been your biggest fashion disaster you or your sister bubbles have had, back in the early days maybe.
Lucy
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Rosemary wrote:Hi Emma,
Whats the weirdest place you’ve been and had sex there
RosemaryHmmm, tricky question this one Rosemary…in what, it must be said, is a highly competitive field I find it difficult to pick just one so I shall go for the most recent unusual incident from a few months ago:
Against my better judgement, I allowed myself to be taken out to dinner by….A MAN.
Those of you who know me well will realise how rare that is but I have known this guy in the past and, well, he was paying. Anyway, he took me out to a lovely Spanish restaurant (Ole!) and the Sangria was flowing freely. Sangria, if you’ve never tried it, could start a Volkswagen. Eventually we were the last people left in this lovely little restaurant but we agreed we had certainly not had enough alcohol so we decided to walk up to an adjacent pub and continue our evening.
This hotel is quite large and has several bars and other areas yet was reasonably free of patrons by this time.Well….one thing led to another and we ended up in a semi-secluded corner of the pokies room for some serious snogging and ‘fooling around’. Things had got quite ‘controversial’ you might say when he suddenly realised that there were cameras everywhere – well it is a pokies room after all. With a head of steam (no pun intended) we adjourned to a conveniently placed Disabled WC and continued on with some ’romance’.At some stage I became aware of a somewhat hesitant tapping at the door. We adjusted our clothing reasonably well and opened the door where 2 staff members stood and very politely asked us if we could make our way to the exit as they were closing up. Mustering as much dignity as we could, we did so.
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LucyClarke wrote:HI Emma
Im wondering if you were always the picture of sophistication and elegance you are today, but whats been your biggest fashion disaster you or your sister bubbles have had, back in the early days maybe.
Lucy
Nothing gets past you does it my dear Lucy? You have hit the nail-on-the-head by pointing out my sophistication and elegance (I hope you’re paying attention to this Adrian) but, yes, there have been disasters in the past. Let me rattle off a couple of notable ones:
– Like many of the more mature ladies here on TGR I would, back in those days of horse drawn crossdressing, make my own set of bird seed infused breastforms. On more than one occasion in a fit of passion on the dance floor these arts-and-crafts forms would burst and shower those immediately in the vicinity with a cascade of My Fancy product. You would then have to do ‘the walk of shame’, with a trail of said bird seed spilling out from your nether regions, to the nearest toilet to clean out seed from the most intimate of places and of course abandon the form which did not break to avoid looking like The Hunchback of Notre Dame’s sister.
– I LOVE wearing stayups. But like many of us what brand suits one individual does not suit another and via trial and error you go through them all painstakingly until you find yours. I prefer Target stayups (surprisingly) as they have never failed me and are readily available but one Saturday they were not. It was my fault for not stocking up earlier but in desperation I headed for a nearby KMart and bought a pair of theirs. What an epic fail! I was walking down Gouger Street on my way to meet the gals at a regular drinking hole when disaster struck. For those who do not know Adelaide well, Gouger Street is a mecca for those who love to dine outside and the tables of every restaurant and cafe along there are packed to-the-brim on a Saturday night with a bit of a runway threading through them for pedestrians. I LOVE walking along there as tall and as campy as I can, with everyone’s eyes on me, it is one of my guilty little pleasures. Anyway I was deep within the pedestrian runway when something didn’t feel quite right? I looked down and the stayup on my right leg was ever so slowly falling down – slipping behind a group that were standing up by a table I desperately grabbed at the elasticised top of the stocking to pull it up – the part I was gripping came away in my hands and the rest of the stocking just went limply down and sat around my knee. I strode on as swiftly as I could but then the one on my left leg started doing the same thing so that by the time I finally got to where I was going it probably looked like I had just come in from a quick ‘knee trembler’ in the alley.
