Phil Donahue Eyes.

Remember good old "Phil Donahue"? Phil actually helped the transgendered cause greatly. For the first time ever, he approached the topic with a sense of realism not sensationalism.
In addition to my obvious interest in the subject, I always enjoyed the audience reaction. From indignant refusal to accept to starry eyed stares, Phil's cameras caught them all.
Entering a room full of mixed individuals at a drag show is not unlike being on the Donahue stage.  Many sets of eyes are on you. You are connected with the stage performers if you want to or not.. At many shows, the best looking women in the room aren't women at all.
In my younger days, I used to say "I could run with the queens". High heels and a skirt up to you know where was great fun.  In my "cougar" years my attempt at displaying female sexuality is much more subdued.
At the show I found all was not lost. As I surveyed the room looking for my friend, I did notice a couple sets of "Donahue" eyes staring back at me.
The eyes seem to have a mix of wonder and admiration? I will never really know. All I do know the eyes are good for the ego!

Now I Understand

I really loved the drag show I was invited to recently by a close friend and reader of the blog. Inadvertently my friend showed me what all the fuss has been about all these years. I always wondered why the women I was with became agitated when I looked at another woman.Impossible for a guy.
One of the performers really was impressive in a short denim mini and boots and a tight top. So impressive my friend was intently enjoying the show and I felt at first a little left out. Then I started to think "I have that outfit...those boots" would I get the same attention? A quick no! I don't look as good.
Then I started to think this was just another initiation into the sorority of women.
Thanks my friend! If it matters she did look great in the skirt and boots!

Kin to the "Hood"?

Every once in a while I dazzle myself with how fast I pick up on a female idea or action. Other times I mentally slap myself for days about how slow I am.
One of the "magic chair" occupants the other night was a big girl I've seen a couple times in the places I go. I have appreciated she sort of "goes over the top" with her style. Last night maybe a little to much with the over the knee black suede boots and a frilly very short, tight and low cut dress. Maybe not quite the outfit for a predominantly male drinking crowd.
When she sat down next to me, I thought she would say something to me. She didn't and moved down to the middle of the bar a short time later.
For the briefest moment of "bitchdom" I thought why would I want to talk her? The way she looked?
Then I thought "wait a moment idiot girl" both of you are the real sisters in the crowd. She was trying her best to attract a guy. I was doing my best to exist female in the crowd.
Hopefully, the next time I see her, I can make a new friend. (maybe I can borrow the boots?)