The Right to Bare Arms
Summer (or the British approximation of it) is rapidly approaching and short-sleeved shirts have started appearing in my office already.
I was sitting in a meeting this morning with a few male work colleagues who'd succumbed to short-sleeves already, and noticed that they all had horrendously hairy arms. Like gorillas. Seriously.
I only have relatively fine hair on my arms, but not fine enough in my mind to get away without shaving them, which I do about once a fortnight. Luckily the hairs are pale enough not to look stubbly while they're growing back. So I was the only one at the table with completely bare arms.
That added to my tidily plucked eyebrows, long-ish nails and pierced ears, anyone who knows what a tranny in stealth mode looks like would spot me a mile off. My friend Katya calls it having the "commentators eye", that ability trannies have to spot potential sisters. Our very own "trannydar". I leave my trannydar switched off most of the time. The "ping" noise it makes gets distracting.
I used to worry that my trannyness was so blatant that even the ostensibly straight people in my office would know that I was a girly-boy without needing trannydar. So I chose the person in the office I trusted the most to be "cool" about Becky and, after a few drinks one evening, came clean.
He did turn out to be very cool about it, also quite surprised.
"So you didn't guess?" I asked.
"No... no idea."
"What about the hairless arms?"
He looked at my arms as if for the first time.
"Oh yeeeah! I hadn't noticed!"
"Has anyone else said anything? About the ear piercings? And the nails? And the eyebrows?"
"Nope... nothing!"
The main reason why I came out to this guy was to find out how much gossip there was about me at work. But I've come to realise that, to a certain extent, everyone is too tied up in their own lives to notice little details in other people. If I turned up at work dressed in my PVC maid outfit they might raise an unkempt eyebrow, but currently it appears I'm successfully pulling off the "ordinary bloke" routine at work.
It's annoying in a way. I want to be noticed, dammit!
...
I'm going home for lunch to change into the maid outfit.
I was sitting in a meeting this morning with a few male work colleagues who'd succumbed to short-sleeves already, and noticed that they all had horrendously hairy arms. Like gorillas. Seriously.
I only have relatively fine hair on my arms, but not fine enough in my mind to get away without shaving them, which I do about once a fortnight. Luckily the hairs are pale enough not to look stubbly while they're growing back. So I was the only one at the table with completely bare arms.
That added to my tidily plucked eyebrows, long-ish nails and pierced ears, anyone who knows what a tranny in stealth mode looks like would spot me a mile off. My friend Katya calls it having the "commentators eye", that ability trannies have to spot potential sisters. Our very own "trannydar". I leave my trannydar switched off most of the time. The "ping" noise it makes gets distracting.
I used to worry that my trannyness was so blatant that even the ostensibly straight people in my office would know that I was a girly-boy without needing trannydar. So I chose the person in the office I trusted the most to be "cool" about Becky and, after a few drinks one evening, came clean.
He did turn out to be very cool about it, also quite surprised.
"So you didn't guess?" I asked.
"No... no idea."
"What about the hairless arms?"
He looked at my arms as if for the first time.
"Oh yeeeah! I hadn't noticed!"
"Has anyone else said anything? About the ear piercings? And the nails? And the eyebrows?"
"Nope... nothing!"
The main reason why I came out to this guy was to find out how much gossip there was about me at work. But I've come to realise that, to a certain extent, everyone is too tied up in their own lives to notice little details in other people. If I turned up at work dressed in my PVC maid outfit they might raise an unkempt eyebrow, but currently it appears I'm successfully pulling off the "ordinary bloke" routine at work.
It's annoying in a way. I want to be noticed, dammit!
...
I'm going home for lunch to change into the maid outfit.
Labels: transvestism
loving the BLOGs. I have to admit though that i think most blokes who notice plucked eye brows/shaved arms/legs etc... probably already shave themselves..or are freaks like me :)
Also i can verify that not much gossip goes on about the "has he pluked hes eyebrows" in our office either, most of the girls could learn a thing or 2 from shannon ;) if you know what I mean :)
bye bye
Fangs
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Every time I walk past my local chavs with my ponytail bobbing around, I convince myself that they're thinking "trannie! trannie!" - when actually, they probably just don't care.
I mean, it's like a red rag to a bull isn't it? Or at least I would have thought. The fact that the chavsters aren't shouting anything leads me to believe that my self-delusion is surpassed only by my paranoia
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