I remember my mother and I looking in the windows of the Eva Gabor wig store at our local mall when I was a child. Basically window shopping - identifying which wigs we liked and those that we didn't. Imagine my utter disbelief when year later she feigned surprise that I was gay...
AtStirred, Straight Up, with a Twist, it helps to remember that it is permanently 1962 (give or take a decade); and that the problems of the real world can be solved with a touch of glamour and a dash of style.
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funny, but that's exactly how i think of eva, crammed into a little box, looking gorgeous.
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I remember my mother and I looking in the windows of the Eva Gabor wig store at our local mall when I was a child. Basically window shopping - identifying which wigs we liked and those that we didn't. Imagine my utter disbelief when year later she feigned surprise that I was gay...
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