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I may have told this story before. In 1995 I was doing some work in the early days of the internet and got hooked up with a woman from Alabama that was some type of media and show producer. And by hooked up, I mean professionally. I had no interest in this person. She got me tickets for the Talladega NASCAR race in July because she knew the mayor. Front row on the straightaway just passed the finish line. She invited me up to a fashion show in Dallas because she wanted me to be a male model - well really more of a male escort for the female models in a fashion show that was touring nationally to raise money for AIDS research. Moulin Rouge was the corporate sponsor and all of the world’s most famous designers had designed red dresses. After the nationwide tour these dresses were going to be auctioned off and the money used for charity. The Dallas show was the first show on the tour and it was held in an area called Deep Ellum. I did not realize at the time I agreed to go that the show was on Halloween. Well an AIDS benefit fashion show on Halloween basically gave free license to every non-straight person to attend and dress to the nines in every costume imaginable. I was dressed in a basic stylish tux and I was way underdressed. Hanging out with the models while they were being made up was a little kinky and it actually made me uncomfortable but my sponsor must of thought I was really interested in seeing mostly naked women getting makeup and hairdos. When I didn’t show a lot of interest in that she probably just figured I was gay. I don’t drink alcohol but the alcohol was sure flowing that night. Mostly champagne. Everyone was getting pretty loose. That evening I was sexually harassed, had my genitals groped and my ass pinched several times. I left when the person that was dressed as Barney in drag pinched my ass for the second time. I went back to our hotel suite. She had promised me a room. I found out when I got there that we were sharing a room. Since she was the producer she had to stay until the end of the show. I climbed into bed fully clothed and went to sleep. I am sure that she just assumed I really was gay because she left me alone and was rather chilly the next day while I waited for my cab to the airport. So that was probably my scariest Halloween. She asked me to work the show as an escort when they came to Houston but by then it was hunting season so I passed. #metoo
LOLOL @metoo Oh yeah, they'll grab whatever they want coz nobody believes a man who says he's been sexually harassed So you don't drink, at all? Ever? Now THAT - is scary!
Horrible! Have you recovered?
I did. But every time I see a Purple Barney I quiver a bit. Imagine a 6’ tall Barney with lace panties a lace bra and a yellow wig pinching on you.
wow. i didn't even know there was such a thing as an escort hunting season. good thing you passed. there should be a law..... two pinch limit.
Good point. @GravitySucks did you bruise?
Barney Frank, Barney Rubble, or Barney the dinosaur?
@BartEllProducer Boo! Bet you thought it was @KSM
You got me @GravitySucks! If only @KSM could be as slick.
Hey DinkBarn, ya you with the filthy shirt, who do ya think brought him into this? I don't think he's going to make it a habit of sinking to this level though. So you're prolly ok.
