Throwing Shade
- By Tracy Ames
- Published August 15, 2012
Tracy Ames
Mrs. Ames is an international bestselling author of interracial erotic fiction and a former columnist for several newsletters and magazines.
A native of the San Francisco Bay Area, Tracy currently split time between CT & New York City with her husband, children and a host of pets.
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Yesterday, my sister in-law and I went to a street market where she mistook a bourdaloue, a genteel urinary receptacle women would slip beneath their dresses to relieve themselves, for a gravy boat.
Look at them. It’s an easy mistake, right?
Anyway, an hour into our fantastic voyage, she came bounding towards me, clenching her booty and beaming with pride. I took the lovely piece of crockery from her grasp until she resumed proper brain function and explained how she haggled and stuck it to the man. Roooaarrr!
Seeing her all empowered broke my heart, but I had to tell her the truth: her beloved gravy boat, the one she’d fought for, was in fact a portable piss pot.
A few false starts later, I took her to a coffee stand since copious amounts of caffeine is a cure-all and seemed a good a place as any to throw shade.
She got a little pouty when I broke the news but her Ames’ stoicism dashed any threat of a public display of emotion. After the disappointment faded, we laughed about it and agreed that if the family insists on stuffy, formal holiday gatherings, her piss pot is going on the table!
A Bourdaloue
A Gravy Boat
Look at them. It’s an easy mistake, right?
Anyway, an hour into our fantastic voyage, she came bounding towards me, clenching her booty and beaming with pride. I took the lovely piece of crockery from her grasp until she resumed proper brain function and explained how she haggled and stuck it to the man. Roooaarrr!
Seeing her all empowered broke my heart, but I had to tell her the truth: her beloved gravy boat, the one she’d fought for, was in fact a portable piss pot.
A few false starts later, I took her to a coffee stand since copious amounts of caffeine is a cure-all and seemed a good a place as any to throw shade.
She got a little pouty when I broke the news but her Ames’ stoicism dashed any threat of a public display of emotion. After the disappointment faded, we laughed about it and agreed that if the family insists on stuffy, formal holiday gatherings, her piss pot is going on the table!
A Bourdaloue
A Gravy Boat
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8 Responses to "Throwing Shade" 
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said this on 15 Aug 2012 3:56:44 PM CDT
Do they break easily? Because I feel like I need this the next time I'm out at the bar and don't want to wait in line for the ladies room.
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said this on 15 Aug 2012 3:58:02 PM CDT
Wow, I didn't know that. You sure can see the difference.
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said this on 15 Aug 2012 4:13:58 PM CDT
I can see how easy a mistake it was to make. I can also see what was incredibly wrong with the aristocracy that put that to use.
What? You couldn't walk a few feet down to the toilet? It takes all the romance out of being a chamber maid, let me tell you. Once a woman's had to carry a grown man's leavings because he couldn't bother to get out of bed, there goes any chance of her willingly taking part in a bawdy tale. |
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said this on 15 Aug 2012 6:06:54 PM CDT
Wow I've never herad of a bourdaloue. But I agree with Janet it would come in handy when stuck waiting in a long line for the ladies room. lol
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said this on 15 Aug 2012 7:53:18 PM CDT
That-is hysterical! God I love this site...
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said this on 15 Aug 2012 8:19:36 PM CDT
It will be nice to see it on a holiday table. LOL I can just see the horrified faces when you tell them its true function.
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said this on 17 Aug 2012 2:45:39 AM CDT
LOL. In all seriousness thoug, that'd be very useful for my next outdoor rave or openair festival as the female WCs are usually the most crowded.
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said this on 17 Aug 2012 10:57:33 PM CDT
Hmmm. It's looking like a gravy boat to me! I'm with sis-in-law, LOL! Yeah, put that thing on the table! And, no I've never heard of a Bourdaloue and I never knew anything like that existed outside of a hospital with female urinals. Gotta love those olden days when the genteel had this stuff. I can't even imagine the females getting over their stuffiness to relieve themselves that way.
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