Maybe I should have spelled this little "queendom"
queendumb.
No kids, I'm not doing my usual
"throwing rocks in glass houses", yes I have been to "Bitchdom".
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"Don't make me pull this wig off and bitch slap you with it!" |
Where is this place? Well, I define the location as
synthetic. Brought on by synthetic PMS brought on by synthetic hormones.
Allow me to pick up a big rock and heave it here in Cyrsti's Condo/Bitchdom tonight. Very simply I have found recently I'm being
patronized on occasion.
I know you have probably seen the "look behind the fake smile" people
think they have perfected. It's like they are thinking, first I had to like black people, then gay people and
now you?
No, they
really don' t have to like me because I am transgender and worse yet- they think I'm so cool. Has nothing to do with me, it's because
they have met a trans woman. They think they are special being one of the 10% of the population who has met a
me or saw a
me on television.
Through the years I saw a similar version happen in the restaurants I worked in. All of a sudden it became
so cool to go to a gay dance club for my female crew members.
Truth is I'm
not so cool and this doesn't happen to me frequently. Then again anymore, I'm fortunate to have a nice circle of friends and the same places I go so it shouldn't. As I have written though, I am starting to expand out into a few "active" organizations, so we will see what the future holds.
Maybe tonight, I just needed something to
bitch about and maybe I
am cool dammit!