I feel pretty and content but these damn shoes are killing me. I like having red shoes but they are hard to find in shoe stores. Some sweet gay guy in the Castro convinced me that these were the last pair and a must have! That’s the price of beauty, tight shoes that sparkle! Why are I worrying and dreaming so much. I keep imagining this safe,happy place where people care and WANT to connect rather than always being afraid. I wish I could loosen up like Sunny or even Wanda who constantly indulges and pampers herself!

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