I met a Gujarati trannie last night. He was a Patel, who had given Prince William a lap dance and was kissed on his right hand by Kylie Minogue (Daniel Minogue had kissed the left). I suppose he was a trannie of the upper crust.
His stage name is ChiChi ConCarne. (His birth name is Chirag Patel.) And when his grandmother died, she had left for him her anklets.
Oh yes, and I saw Yuvraj Singh last night. Google him if you don't know who he is; I didn't know his face, but knew of his name, and knew that no matter what, I must take a picture with this man, if only for my father's sake. So my friend took a pic with his cell phone (of course, I left my camera in the room). My list of famous people whom I have touched now includes Hillary Clinton, Anderson Cooper, Ashton Kutcher, and now Yuvraj Singh. (Dreaming counts, too).
And the trannie. For some reason, even though I knew I should have been trying to befriend Mr. Singh, (I did tell him I would have my people call his people), I could not resist spending time with ChiChi. He embodied the duality of my existence--the Gujjus at home, and the gays at Fordham. I fell in love, completely enraptured by this walking and talking mirror of my life.
Basically, no matter where I run, I won't hide. Either the radical Gujarati diaspora or the homosexual population will find me.
Sometimes, as a packaged deal.
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ReplyDeleteCan you bring Mr. Singh back to America? I'm sure MTV would love to do a reality show with him and you. In fact, let's gather all the gujjus together; Miti's family would be the first to get the call. Well, we might be creepily following them wherever they go so a phone call is probably unnecessary.
But can you please explain HOW you met this tranny?!
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