The advertisers got me, because the above phrase runs through my head every time I think about the word “ruffles.” It doesn’t have much of anything to do with this outfit, though.
If you’re wondering what I’m doing wearing tights in the middle of summer, it’s because we don’t really have seasons in San Francisco. In fact, our summer is often very cold due to ocean winds. This leads to many tourists showing up in shorts and than having to buy Alcatraz sweatshirts at Fisherman’s Wharf to stay warm. At least it helps the tourism industry to make money, but I miss being really hot. Tomorrow is the 40th annual Gay Pride March, and despite the cold I guarantee there will be extensive nudity of all types (but not from me!).
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