Good Question?

From Connie: " I had an incident the other night where a guy was really pushing me to submit to his lame attempts at picking me up. I finally had to take refuge in the ladies room, and then took a seat at a table of strangers to get away from him. The women at the table were happy to offer me their "protection". This is a subject for another blog, I think, but why is it that some people just assume a trans-woman is presenting herself to the world with sex in mind? This guy was beyond the point of using education. He's a total creep, but he's not the only one out there."

If you allow me to make this post the spot to discuss it...I think a fertile mix of you know what leads to what you brought up Connie. First of all, there are a big group of male creeps and the number seems to be growing all the time. While I subscribe to the idea women should be allowed to wear what they want-when they want. But, increasingly, if you are a CD or a trans girl out by yourself, then care in choosing what you wear is more important. (Cis women grow up knowing that.)

I think the worst offenders are the group I call fetish cross dressers. I could be biased because I have seen them in action. They are not sexy-or even pretty - but -as Connie said there are creeps who are attracted.

Why? Some of these guys are undecided on their own sexuality and another cross dressed man or transgender woman works just fine for them. In fact, we are downright exotic creatures to many. And (this one really aggravates me) is when a man thinks I am desperate somehow for attention (his). Really?

So, there you go Connie. I am sure you have plenty of ideas too. The problem these days is the amount of violence directed at women as a whole and transgender women in particular is more dangerous than ever before.

Keep that pepper spray handy ladies!

Girl's Night Out Part Two

Actually this is part two from the last post I wrote about an evening I spent years ago out with two much younger cis women socializing.  Fast forward to about three years ago, when I was invited to a birthday dinner with my partner and her friends. Looking back on it, that night was my first real girls night out of substance and it meant a lot to me.
Primarily I wanted to see what really went on on yet another "mystical" things women do that men aren't invited to or don't really want to be anyhow. 
Of course the vibe was different. Without any men present, probably everyone was freed to speak more openly about relationships, family etc. 
So I guess (not unlike my first post) I was fairly quiet again-as I learned what I was missing and did I fit.
Above all I did feel as if I fit and should have been playing in the "girl's sandbox" my entire life.
Definitely, " Girls NIght Out" part two represented another high point to my mtf gender transition at that time!

Cyrsti's Condo "Blast from the Past"

I have to tell you all, I have had one heck of a time sitting down and writing any sort of what I consider would be a relevant blog post. So, what's a girl to do? Bring out and dust off one of my archive posts.

This experience took place over five years ago and involved a couple bartenders in one of the sports bars I went to on a regular basis (maybe too regular-but that's another story!) At any rate, they tried for a couple weeks to get me to meet them at another place for drinks some night. I figured they were just being nice because they thought I was lonely, and while a portion of that was true-I was actually testing the waters of existing in a feminine world. So finally I said yes.

The venue we went to was a very upscale bar and food place and they were going to meet others of course. I was scared to death because in those days I would change wigs and looks three times a week. Just what would I wear? 

Finally I choose a long black skirt with a very provocative slit. What I did was partially secure it with a huge decorative safety pin.  

In those days, I couldn't go hairless on my arms and it was summer time so I wore an off the shoulder top not unlike you see here.

I did wear a dark wig, but not this one-but again close.

I found out quickly though, all my worry and prep work could not get me out of a solid third place with the other attractive 20 somethings I was with.

I learned what was to be invisible. 

Fortunately, I was able to excuse myself fairly quickly as everyone was immersed in the flirting ritual. Which was OK with me.

By the way,  I still have that black skirt in my closet and I think it will look real good with a black tank top - belted off this summer. I plan on saving my Shekels to join Liz for a pedi and the skirt should work well with a sharp pair of sandals.

Age appropriate to be sure-or is that age appropriate to the other women I'm with?