OMG! My Own Jerry Springer Moment!

It finally happened! My own Springer transgender moment. Perhaps you've seen or have heard of Springer's non ending parade of transgender girls whose boy friends don't know the truth. Of course I had to go down that road myself. Accidentally!
In my constant quest to spread my self too thin on the world wide web, I decided to set up a "My Space" site.
As you probably know, they make the set up so easy a "cave girl" could do it! What they don't do is give us a transgender option and when in doubt I choose female...but I make no secret of the fact I'm a transgendered girl. In fact on "My Space" I listed transgender in about the third sentence of my profile.
SO! the first two "I'm madly in love with you" guys didn't bother to read and just looked at the pix. (Just being guys, right?)
By the time we got to the third round of bringing me home to mom-I asked "Hey!" did you read my profile? Well, no they didn't.
The first one was a bit more worldly and asked if I was transgendered, did I have a ... I said yes, three of them and they are great cats who need to be fed and keep the mice under control!
At least he said "bye!"
The second one was from somewhere in Virginia and never really understood what being transgendered was all about. He never even said goodbye!
The moral of the story is you won't see me on Springer with the internet boyfriend who didn't know I was transgendered. But if you do-I sign autographs!!!!

Just When You Think....

Have it together, here comes another question!
It's Saturday night and I went out after my Buckeyes posted a big win!
I was going to a slightly upscale place so I was looking for a special outfit. After digging through the closet, I found this black shortish "flippy" skirt.
I paired it with a white "T" under a black jacket. I loved it!
I took off and went to my spot. As I walked through the main room to the bar, I thought "I shaved my legs for this?" Yes and it was fabulous. Freshly shaved bare legs brushing the skirt and I was in heaven.
I also went blond for the evening which is always kind of a reach. The blond does get more attention which is always not so good. I don't know if blond's really do have more fun but they get more attention!
I found a seat at the bar and was watching my Reds struggle with the Pirates when a tallish black guy with dreads sat down next to me. Being black is not really a factor, just part of the story later.
He was alone for about 10 minutes when his girlfriend showed up. I thought since she was there I wouldn't have to prepare for impromptu conversation.
WRONG.
Following another short time span, he turned to me and said "do people treat you differently?" I said "No-Why?" "Do people treat you differently because you a a big black guy with dreads?" He just laughed.
He was actually very polite but had to ask a few more questions. The first question was one I should have printed on cards with an answer and my name!
"Why do you dress as a female?" Because I want to, I love the feel of the experience, my soul tells me it's right and I can.
The answer seemed to satisfy him and he only asked one more question (what was my given male name) before he turned back to his girl who was chatting with another woman next to her.
My only disappointment was getting read by him. It wasn't the first and won't be the last. It really just drives me to work harder. Saturday I hoped I presented as good as I felt! Hopefully to the remainder of the patrons I did.