According to my mother, Larry King was baffled on Wednesday night when talking to trannys. TBB had a clearer vision. “Larry kept wanting to think this was about genitals, changing what’s in your pants, people who had gone ‘under the knife’ to change sex, but the guests didn’t see genitals as that important. They wanted … Continue reading Baffled
Last night I called to wish TBBB a happy Valentine’s day. The guy she has been hanging out with didn’t come through with a card or anything, so she was watching The Wedding Singer and commiserating with the part about how no one will very love us. “People at the Saturday dance were asking me where … Continue reading Just Be Callan
Thanks to TBBB who took me to the Noah’s Ark Peacock Ball at the Lucky Monkey in Trinidad CO via the magic of cellular telephony. For someone who mostly knows where they are not going (where should I get ready and not go tonight?) it was a treat. I just wish I could have tasted the food … Continue reading Peacock Balls
I’m sitting here in black leggings, high heel ankle boots & a black twill mini drinking beer and listening to Hedwig And The Angry Inch. I remember the first time I drank beer. I was in the basement room of my family’s house with Darlene, who ended up with Alice, and it was about 1978. … Continue reading Not Stupid Enough
I was telling a story to TBB about how a crossdresser laughed at me for making a packing list before I traveled to this conference. “That’s so silly! Real women don’t do that!” She then turned to JoAnn Roberts to share a laugh about this silliness. “I make a list, too,” said JoAnn. “My wife … Continue reading Get A Bigger Suitcase
Last night I went back in history. Just as last week I reurned to the clubhouse “on the third floor of a two story building” where local trannys have been meeting since the 1980s, I went to the club where I first came out. It was built as one of the last closeted gay bars, … Continue reading Pro
The Big Bitch was driving though Texas last night, on her way home to Trinidad, and had some time to chat. We talked of her kids and her ex and NYC and smart trannies along the way, talked of NLP & her kinasthetic approach to life, and her dreams of taking the kids to Alaska, … Continue reading Seem Less Performance
So this is what I need to know: my feelings count. Hell, as a femme, my feelings are at the heart of who I am, and to deny them is to deny myself. I told my sister how I felt about Friday with the car, starting with a sticker check and ending with locking eyes … Continue reading Ouch!