Don't you know who we are?
This weekend Jane finally completed her Grand Tour of my semi-regular tranny haunts. Having blown out Pink due to the weather, and on a bit of a whim, I decided to take her to the Fox and Hounds in Essex.
It's a bit of a trek from my place (in fact it's about the furthest distance you can travel in a straight line within East Anglia), so I don't make the trip as often as I'd like. Which is a shame because it's a quite nice venue. A little oasis of camp in the Essex countryside!
In fact, this was the first time I'd been in over a year. It's not changed much. They've knocked through a wall to put the pool table in it's own room, and they no longer seem to serve food (as far as I could tell), but that's about it.
There were only two other trannies there, which seemed a little unusual. Wednesday is their regular "tranny night" and the place is heaving with us, but there's usually a smattering at the weekend too. Perhaps Pink over in Cambridge was a bigger draw than I'd expected.
Jane and I had been there a while soaking up the atmosphere and enjoying people-watching when a tranny who'd arrived after us came over and said hello. She asked if we were together, and seemed suprised that Jane was accepting of me as a tranny. I explained that Jane had known about Becky before we'd even met, as we'd both got blogs.
Blank looks. Jane explained what a blog was, and how she'd got to know me a little through mine.
She then got the idea that maybe Jane fancied trannies, and it took a bit of explaining that Jane hadn't been trawling the net for trannies (she wasn't, she promises me!) it was just that she was OK with it, and found it kinda fun.
She then wanted to know how often I dressed, from my "look" she'd expected me to be full time (I'd made about my usual amount of effort). Then she asked if Jane was prepared for me to start wanting to dress "more and more"?
I explained that I was a pretty casual tranny, and since my early days of being out I'd actually dressed less and less, and in fact the last time I'd fully dressed up was Sparkle.
More blank looks, so we explained that Sparkle was a big tranny meet back in June, then incredulous looks that I'd not dressed in over a month.
It was at this point I decided I'd much rather be elsewhere. So Jane and I went dancing.
Meeting that tranny made me realise that I'm living in a bit of a bubble when it comes to where I think we are at. The we in the title doesn't refer to me and Jane (I'm not that big headed, honest), it refers to Trannies Like Me.
If you're reading this and you're a tranny, then Trannies Like Me probably includes You.
Trannies Like Me have, or seek, partners who see them as a whole. Parters who are neither repelled by trannies nor actively seek them.
Trannies Like Me know that these partners are special, but not unusual.
Trannies Like Me aren't defined by how often we dress, we're defined just by the fact that we dress, and we identify as a tranny because we dress.
Trannies Like Me are capable of wanting to look fantastic (I said "wanting", not often "managing") without wanting to go "full time".
Trannies Like Me feel a part of a wider community through the internet. We might not have blogs, we might not participate much, but we gain a wider understanding of what it means to be a tranny by seeing what other trannies are doing.
Trannies Like Me exist. Don't you know who we are?
It's a bit of a trek from my place (in fact it's about the furthest distance you can travel in a straight line within East Anglia), so I don't make the trip as often as I'd like. Which is a shame because it's a quite nice venue. A little oasis of camp in the Essex countryside!
In fact, this was the first time I'd been in over a year. It's not changed much. They've knocked through a wall to put the pool table in it's own room, and they no longer seem to serve food (as far as I could tell), but that's about it.
There were only two other trannies there, which seemed a little unusual. Wednesday is their regular "tranny night" and the place is heaving with us, but there's usually a smattering at the weekend too. Perhaps Pink over in Cambridge was a bigger draw than I'd expected.
Jane and I had been there a while soaking up the atmosphere and enjoying people-watching when a tranny who'd arrived after us came over and said hello. She asked if we were together, and seemed suprised that Jane was accepting of me as a tranny. I explained that Jane had known about Becky before we'd even met, as we'd both got blogs.
Blank looks. Jane explained what a blog was, and how she'd got to know me a little through mine.
She then got the idea that maybe Jane fancied trannies, and it took a bit of explaining that Jane hadn't been trawling the net for trannies (she wasn't, she promises me!) it was just that she was OK with it, and found it kinda fun.
She then wanted to know how often I dressed, from my "look" she'd expected me to be full time (I'd made about my usual amount of effort). Then she asked if Jane was prepared for me to start wanting to dress "more and more"?
I explained that I was a pretty casual tranny, and since my early days of being out I'd actually dressed less and less, and in fact the last time I'd fully dressed up was Sparkle.
More blank looks, so we explained that Sparkle was a big tranny meet back in June, then incredulous looks that I'd not dressed in over a month.
It was at this point I decided I'd much rather be elsewhere. So Jane and I went dancing.
Meeting that tranny made me realise that I'm living in a bit of a bubble when it comes to where I think we are at. The we in the title doesn't refer to me and Jane (I'm not that big headed, honest), it refers to Trannies Like Me.
If you're reading this and you're a tranny, then Trannies Like Me probably includes You.
Trannies Like Me have, or seek, partners who see them as a whole. Parters who are neither repelled by trannies nor actively seek them.
Trannies Like Me know that these partners are special, but not unusual.
Trannies Like Me aren't defined by how often we dress, we're defined just by the fact that we dress, and we identify as a tranny because we dress.
Trannies Like Me are capable of wanting to look fantastic (I said "wanting", not often "managing") without wanting to go "full time".
Trannies Like Me feel a part of a wider community through the internet. We might not have blogs, we might not participate much, but we gain a wider understanding of what it means to be a tranny by seeing what other trannies are doing.
Trannies Like Me exist. Don't you know who we are?
Labels: jane, transvestism
Go "Trannies Like Me"!
Amusingly scary.
Give an opportunity. Adopt a Tranny Like That today!
I smiled wryly at the other tranny's usual suspects list of questions and remarks. It's like the tranny chat room 101 of conversation topics (maybe she had bought the Wheel-O-Tranny-Topics).
I am a tranny like me but then I would be would I not?
I suppose we must remember that not all trannies are like us, or you, or me, or whatever I'm trying to say here..
Nice point on the partners who actively seek trannies, I don't want someone who wants me *because* I'm a tranny, I want someone who wants me *despite* being a tranny.
And totally agree with Gillian, she is adorable! :o) And the partners thing too. Although I know I couldn't go out with a woman who didnt actively enjoy the trannie part of my life. And fancy the pant(ie)s off me! ;o)
TLM badges, t-shirts, makeup, perfume etc etc
T L M! T L M! T L M!
It could work.....honest!
Before I felt I would be a total outcast from any scene, as the librarian with too much blusher look never really suited me, and I don't like Shania Twain. Still to find a tranny club that plays The Fall though..
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