Way way back (last July!) when I started testing TAH, I called it “Magic Lady” or “She’s Magic” .. or something like that.
I remember why!
Here’s a quicklist of my recent hit just wearing about (plus/minus 10mcg) 50 mcg of TAH alone:
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I was looking for gaffers tape and they didn’t have it at Sam Ash. The person behind the counter insisted that he had his own personal roll of gaffers tape but he couldn’t find it within a minute. I wasn’t really interested anyway, so I thanked him and left.
Halfway down the block and five minutes later this kid was screaming, “Lady, lady, I found it!”, running after me with a Statue of Liberty arm hailing the magical gaffer’s tape. Turning all the heads of passersbys. -
My quest for gaffers tape continued a day or two later when I went to the Studio Depot (stuid setups and lighting warehouse). I QUICKLY made friends and was popping out jokes with all the staff left and right. I foudn the gaffers tape I needed and the clerk fellow even set me up with a wholesalers account and I got all my tape for less than half off!
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When I went to the grocery store, people cleared my path and beamed these wonderful, Stepford-esque smiles at me as I passed by
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Once I wore it while walking home from Trader Joes, and my hands were full with baby and a couple heavy bags. A passerby on the street stopped me, asked politely if he could take my bags, and then walked me a half mile to my apartment’s front door.
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People are all around super friendly. They’re not a-nol spacey, or excessively chattery - people are just nice. I’ve explained it before as if I was in a 50s musical, and the past few days I’ve been messing around with it, I’ve noticed that this seems to be the case! People smile, ask how your day is, help you out… Just short of swinging around lightpoles to hail taxicabs
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OH! and one last hit report before I clear the floor to hear you guys’ experiences: Once, someone gave me a popsicle. It was about closing time at Gelson’s and me and this “married” gay guy were troubling over which frozen dessert to take home. His boyfriend was elsewhere in the store, and while we were blankly gawking at the myriad of ice creams, sorbets, and gelatos, I made a crack about how “This is probably what hell is like - tons of ice cream and not an idea of which one to buy.”
He cracked up and touched my shoulder. Then he pulled ut his favorite popsicles, opened them up right there, and said, “You must have one, NOW!” And strangely, he was giving me a lot of DIHL/bedroom eyes… a little more than I’ve ever seen come out of a gay man. AAAAnd, when I left Gelson’s, he made a big hubbub about saying goodbye to me, even holding up the line (filled with “midnight rush” people) just to run over and show me a cameraphone picture of his puppy.
One popsicle, courtesy of Jas truly.