Trans Girl in a Sports Bar

Archived Image, JJ Hart with wife Liz on left 
and daughter  Andrea on right. 

 I have documented several times how I came to be accepted as a regular in a couple sports bars I was familiar with as a guy.

In many ways I was forced into the path I was taking. I did not particularly enjoy the atmosphere I was facing in the male orientated gay bars I was going to. I did not like the music usually and especially did not like it when I was treated like a drag queen. Even though I was not dressed extravagantly like queens did. 

As time went by and I tired of even fighting for a drink at the bar, I decided it was time for a change. To do so, I decided to go back to what was familiar, if I could do it. To be sure, I needed to find out if I presented well enough to get by in a totally new environment except it wasn't. As I previously said, I had been in many sports bars as a guy, so I knew to be friendly, smile and tip well. What I did not count on was how fast I would be remembered in these venue's as a transgender woman. It seemed as fast as two visits in a place, I was remembered and could go from there. Of course the problem was, building a whole new feminine person nearly from scratch. 

I discovered the whole process was relatively easy as I was there to start with to watch the sports on big screen televisions and drink a few beers at the same time. Outside of the staff, I rarely had any interaction with anyone else. 

In the meantime, the lesbian bars I used to go to were disappearing rapidly. For the most part lesbian bars have remained an endangered species until recently. In fact, I saw a story about new women's sports bars which are popping up  now around the country. Without actually mentioning any lesbians by name, it featured one bar opening up by two married women (to each other). In other scenes from the venues, the look of the clientele suspiciously reminded me of the lesbian bars I visited years ago.  

I also was remined of a women's roller skating match I went to with three of my lesbian friends in Cincinnati, Ohio. The crowd that day was overwhelmingly women including me. We all drank one dollar beers and watched women roller skate around and around. Outside of a few side looks, I survived and had a great time. 

These days, with the advent of women's basketball and soccer, not to mention college sports on the regional level, women's sports are really booming. A great time to mesh in your love of sports as a man with your  new life as a transgender woman. It is not unusual these days for a woman, trans or not to be seen in a sports bar and also makes it much easier for transwomen everywhere to carry with them a major portion of their previous lives. I know I was really stressed if I would have to lose my love and knowledge of sports when I transitioned.

On whatever level you consider, even though new women sports bar are not referred to as lesbian bars, they still focus on the success of women everywhere.

Having an Affair

Image from Susan G Komen
on Unsplash

Years ago I experienced having an affair during my marriage  with my second wife. 

Before you condemn me any more than I condemn myself,  the affair I am talking about was with myself. That is right, myself. It happened when my feminine inner soul began to take over my life. What I was doing at the time was rejecting the pledge I had made to her to never leave the house cross dressed again. I became so entranced with how natural I felt in my transgender womanhood, I left the house any chance I could which was often. It turned out, the more exploration I went through, the more I wanted to do. Seemingly nothing was out of reach in the new exciting gender world I found myself in. Sadly, even to the point of leaving the vows I made with my wife behind. 

Let me point out also, I had never stepped away from my marriage during the twenty-five years before to be with another woman. Imagine my shock when I finally did, the other woman would turn out to be me. 

As is the case with many affairs, the passion was real in the beginning. Then begins to lessen overtime. In my case, the opposite happened. The more I explored and lived as a transgender woman, the more I wanted to do. I had a real problem on my hands on what was I going to do. On one hand, my wife had told me in no uncertain terms she would not live with another woman and on the other, I did not have the courage to tell her she already was. If I had faced reality, I would have known it was time to jump off the old male ship and begin to live a new life in a feminine world. Even though most likely, it would have cost me our marriage, perhaps we could have at least become friends in the future if she had lived. You see, she died of a massive heart attack at the age of fifty. 

The only thing I did do out of desperation was try to purge myself of most of my female belongings before she passed away and I even grew a beard. It turned out to be my last tribute to her and the years we had together. 

As with all purges, they don't last for long and one of the first things I did was shave off the beard and turn inward to myself in the lonely tragic days after her death. It took awhile but my inner female took control and let me know everything would be fine. Finally I decided she was right and decided to give up all the guilt I was carrying over the affair I had with myself. 

Once I did, my new life as a transgender woman took over. I found new friends and moved on but it took me five plus years to do it. In the meantime, I found all the work I needed to do to play in the girls' sandbox was worth it. I needed to be better than the average cis-woman to survive in the world I chose to live in. I found a woman's life had so many layers to it, I faced a real challenge. As big a challenge as having an affair in your marriage. With yourself.

De-Transition?

 

Woman's get together. I am on the 
bottom row, far left.

Several posts ago I may have written something which made some readers think I was considering ever de-transitioning back to my old male life.

To begin with, there is no way I would go back to a life I never appreciated. Even though I was mildly successful at living a male life, something was always missing. It turned out what was missing was my feminine soul. The problem was I needed to develop my feminine soul to the point where she could flourish. It took me years to discover the truth with many starts and stops along the way. For years it seemed everytime I took a step forward as a transgender woman then I took a step or two back. The entire process was very frustrating. I was finding out leaving the men's club and entering the woman's club was going to be much more complex than I ever thought. 

Even with all the threats to the transgender community today, the easy way out would be for me to go back to the life I used to have. Also during my life, I have learned taking the easy way out is not often the best way to exist and be true to yourself. Trans womanhood was my true self and when I recognized it, my fragile mental health as well as my life in general improved. So, I knew completely I had done the right thing by stopping the cruel joke I was leading trying to live as a man. The major reason I would never go back to an unhappy existence which led me to alcohol abuse and even a suicide attempt.   

When I transitioned into a feminine world, I finally also learned how to be happy. Something I had never learned how to be. All the time, effort and work I put into relearning how to live made the whole process so worthwhile. So why would I give it all up?

Then there were all the magical hormonal changes I went through when I started gender affirming hominess nearly a decade ago. When I did, it seemed my body took to the changes so naturally and was so ready for change. Even though I experienced many external changes to my body, I also went through major internal changes such as emotional growth. I constantly worry about giving all of the hormonal gains up from HRT if I had a medical emergency or if the government tries to take them away. 

I also had a question from Georgette about the picture I used for the post. She asked if I ever had seen any of the women again and were any LGBTQ orientated. I do keep in occasional contact with two of the women in the group and no I don't think any of them have or had any other contacts in the LGBTQ community. In essence, I was really just one of the girls except for one woman who seemed to really resent me.

I hope this answers some of the comments I receive here. For obvious reasons, I can't answer all of them in a post but I thought the de-transitioning comment was important enough to share. As always I really appreciate all the input I receive. Thank You.