Mid SFV, Los Angeles. Meet our local tranny. Every street has one. It's the law, you know. Dig those man hands and broad shoulders. Trust me, the view from the front is horrific. No way that could pass off as a woman, yet he tries. On this day he was heading to the corner to catch public "trans"portation. I have no idea what he does for work, but whenever I see him (maybe every month or so), he is pulling that wheel cart.
What you don't see in this image is at the gas station just ahead of him, another tranny was filling up his car with gasoline. When the two locked eyes, there was a stand off. The vibe was so fucking weird I spun around, and headed the other direction. My leashed animal stared up at me, wondering why the sudden about face.
Seeing him got me thinking, maybe there's more to this story. Maybe he's a plant, an infiltrator of sorts. Highly paid, or perhaps just very dedicated, to crack the Baphomet scene in L.A.. Maybe he lost a bet.