My Armadillo Disguise
In the locker room before the game, the players don’t know what to make of me dry-humping the doorframe in my armadillo disguise. My stitched smile is fixed, reveals nothing; my huge head muffles my laughter. By the end of the first half I’m sidelined, pacing back & forth in front of the row of the faithful cheerleaders who wear… Read more →