We're not glamorous drag queens. We're campy at best, clothes that don't really work on our broad-shouldered frames, makeup that doesn't match. But even though you look bad too, you're beautiful, sexy. I like the smudged eyeliner and clumpy mascara, the skirt limp on your narrow hips, the way you're tottering in those heels. Ugly duckling and swan at the same time. I have to kiss you, I have to touch you, I have to bring my hands under your clothes. We're not fit to be seen in public, but we're fit for each other, hard cocks and soft hearts.