WHATing??

So here's me in front of a stall at the old outdoor market in Shanghai, now closed (the five dollar North Face backpacks were knock-offs?!? Get outta here...). I would love to know where this shopkeeper came up with this English name for her shop! Shanghai never seemed to me like the kind of place where a whole lot of faggoting went on, at least not in the the neighborhoods I hung out in. Mostly I went across the street where the massage girls gathered 'round and laughed at how hairy I was, and how fat, even when I was only there for a haircut and they probably shouldn't have been gathering 'round me for any reason.

There was a lot of gathering 'round in my Shanghai experiences. I visited this same market with a red-headed friend of mine and Chinese people came running from blocks around to touch her hair and suggest that she try on every red item in sight, the double red of hair and blouse apparently a portent too marvelous to pass up. And people would crowd around to point and laugh at me trying on shirts in the country where XXL apparently = Medium. I forget the name of this market (FAs weigh in?), but a good time was always had by the locals, who yukked it up whenever I visited.