Teresa

I've said it before and I'll say it again: everything is about me. The trees. The sand. Your libido. Midgets in South Africa. Potato soup. The comfort blanket called "religion." Dreamcast and NES ROMs. Vodka. Olives. Grand Ams. Fruity Loops soggy with beer.
My fake eyelashes.
Just in case you aren't sure, I'll let you know now: I'm a Tgirl. Which is to say, I have a penis and I enjoy having said penis. I'm a part-time gal who enjoys quiet staggers in the park, froathy car bombs, a night (face down)on the town. Get up, turn around, and bound for the sound that'll turn that frown into a mushroom grin. I'm a musician in a band. So as you can see, not only do I have a hot ass, I also kick ass.
And while I love your adoration and your gifts to display your adoration and admiration (for giving you that erection), I'm just not attracted to guys. So fellas, wank away, but I don't have any urge to touch your pee pee. ;)
So as you can see, I like-uh da ladies. So much in fact, I play one on TV. Wait, I think I should say instead: I play one as a TV. Transvestite that is. Texas ho (from Kentucky). What else is there to say?
Hmmmm...... cower at my great super greatness?
Eh..... Cower, bow, or kneel. I'll let you decide.
Oh, before you try and add me as a friend, stop and ask yourself if you meet the following criteria:
1. a filled-out profile with a pic
2. a picture of your face (headless pictures will get denied!)
3. you gotta be cute
4. The pic has to be ~YOU~ (I can spot a fake)
5. you are a cool person

If you meet this criteria, you might have a chance of being my friend ;)