Cognitive Dissonance - Part 2
Part 1 here
Let's get back to the list of things that made up "trannying" for me...
Clubbing - Unlike some (most?) trannies, I never really dressed at home. The peacock-like male in me never saw the point of making any effort if no-one was going to see it. I also never really found any appeal in getting dolled up in twin-set and pearls and tottering off to the back-room of a village hall for tea and a chat, and a display of do-it-yourself macramé breastforms.
Which meant most of my trannying revolved around clubs and bars; tranny-centric clubs, gay clubs, groovy regular clubs when I was feeling particularly adventurous, but basically clubs.
I think the sum total of club visits I made between the ages of 16 and 30 is somewhere between zero and one. I just wasn't interested, and didn't socialise with people who were interested either.
So my first real experience of clubbing was through trannying, and I loved it. Some people talk about having a second childhood, trannying was my second young-adulthood, and I had a lot of catching up to do. So clubs were a lot of fun, at first.
Then I noticed something about me and my circle of friends. At tranny events, we'd increasingly gravitate towards "the quieter bit at the back where you can hear yourself speak". We were all going through an accelerated process of growing out of clubbing, the spirit was willing but the flesh was 30-something and quite fond of going to bed before dawn and getting up on a Saturday before IKEA gets too busy.
So much so, that by the end I think we'd have been happy with a quiet pub that pretends to be a club by pumping muffled dance bass-lines through a speaker behind a locked door marked "dance floor". Just so we could pretend we were actually clubbing.
Some tranny clubbing impresario should set up a place like that, he'd make a fortune.
So do I miss clubbing? Yeah, kind of, partly because it is a lot of fun with the right people and the right music in the right atmosphere, but mainly because of the next thing...
Let's get back to the list of things that made up "trannying" for me...
Clubbing - Unlike some (most?) trannies, I never really dressed at home. The peacock-like male in me never saw the point of making any effort if no-one was going to see it. I also never really found any appeal in getting dolled up in twin-set and pearls and tottering off to the back-room of a village hall for tea and a chat, and a display of do-it-yourself macramé breastforms.
Which meant most of my trannying revolved around clubs and bars; tranny-centric clubs, gay clubs, groovy regular clubs when I was feeling particularly adventurous, but basically clubs.
I think the sum total of club visits I made between the ages of 16 and 30 is somewhere between zero and one. I just wasn't interested, and didn't socialise with people who were interested either.
So my first real experience of clubbing was through trannying, and I loved it. Some people talk about having a second childhood, trannying was my second young-adulthood, and I had a lot of catching up to do. So clubs were a lot of fun, at first.
Then I noticed something about me and my circle of friends. At tranny events, we'd increasingly gravitate towards "the quieter bit at the back where you can hear yourself speak". We were all going through an accelerated process of growing out of clubbing, the spirit was willing but the flesh was 30-something and quite fond of going to bed before dawn and getting up on a Saturday before IKEA gets too busy.
So much so, that by the end I think we'd have been happy with a quiet pub that pretends to be a club by pumping muffled dance bass-lines through a speaker behind a locked door marked "dance floor". Just so we could pretend we were actually clubbing.
Some tranny clubbing impresario should set up a place like that, he'd make a fortune.
So do I miss clubbing? Yeah, kind of, partly because it is a lot of fun with the right people and the right music in the right atmosphere, but mainly because of the next thing...
Its odd , I can never get my head around tranny clubs, I seem to be gravitating toward quiet pubs....mostly without many trannies. Maybe I'm aging before my time :O( . I can understand the not dressing at home thing now. A few couple of years ago the thought of going out was not even a consideration. Now all I want to do is the peacock strut. Second childhood ? , maybe. Maybe not. But the thrill of childish discovery I enjoy.
I have some fond memories of a village hall, tea and tiaras phase. Must admit I met a wide spectrum of the T community including on one night, a Spanish, Buddhist, Transvestite Dentist, in a mini and fishnets (her not me!), thinking
It's partly the selfish need to be centre of attention, but also that other trannies tend to bring out my superior or inferiority complexes.
A "pretend club" sounds like a great idea. I want to dance or sing or whatever, but only in short bursts. In between I'd like to not have to shout to talk to my friends (or attractive single ladies!)
And now you leave me with this?
"...but mainly because of the next thing."
Your killing me with the suspense!
Kerry
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