Signs
I went to the loft last Saturday. I think I might have been wearing a sign over my head saying "Lone Transvestite. Do not approach or engage in conversation."
It was an okay night, but I didn't really interact with anyone except for a couple of people I'd seen there before. Occasionally I saw people talking about me from the other side of the room, and left feeling a bit of a freak, which is a feeling I've not had in a long time.
But I was determined not to let it get me down, the Loft is a great place, and is the nearest I've got nearby to fun, accepting and mixed venue. So last night I went back.
...
The rest of this message was gonna be an up-beat description of last night, and how it had been completely different from the week before.
But literally while I was writing this something happened that's just put a
completely different light on it.
I seemed to be wearing a sign saying "Party Tranny, come talk to me!" I talked to a lot of cool people, had a great night. I was even given a number scribbled on a scrap of paper and told "call me!".
I texted the number today. Just got a really nasty message back. I guess someone's idea of a joke was to give their friend's number to the weirdo tranny. Hilarious.
Still feeling like a freak. Except now I'm feeling like a stupid freak. Ho hum.
It was an okay night, but I didn't really interact with anyone except for a couple of people I'd seen there before. Occasionally I saw people talking about me from the other side of the room, and left feeling a bit of a freak, which is a feeling I've not had in a long time.
But I was determined not to let it get me down, the Loft is a great place, and is the nearest I've got nearby to fun, accepting and mixed venue. So last night I went back.
...
The rest of this message was gonna be an up-beat description of last night, and how it had been completely different from the week before.
But literally while I was writing this something happened that's just put a
completely different light on it.
I seemed to be wearing a sign saying "Party Tranny, come talk to me!" I talked to a lot of cool people, had a great night. I was even given a number scribbled on a scrap of paper and told "call me!".
I texted the number today. Just got a really nasty message back. I guess someone's idea of a joke was to give their friend's number to the weirdo tranny. Hilarious.
Still feeling like a freak. Except now I'm feeling like a stupid freak. Ho hum.
Labels: transvestism
And seeing as I'm regularly going to "non-tranny" places I believe I'm playing my own small part in educating the "normal" world that us trannies are in fact normal and okay.
Hugs, Daisy McKitten
I discovered The Angels webplace a few months ago, and Becky’s Web Site shortly thereafter. You are undoubtedly the most interesting blogger on the World Wide Web. Your wit and courage inspire me to accept myself, with all my harmless idiosyncrasies, and to at least attempt to live life to the fullest.
I look forward to coming home from work each day and checking for new Becky bloggings and photos. You are the antidote to all the freakishness and stupidity that surrounds me in my everyday life.
Zen hugs from across the ocean,
Savannah
North Carolina, USA
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