Don't feel like doing any work so I thought I'd share a story with you all. It's a good one so tune in.
About three weeks ago, on a Sunday night I was at a club in Melbourne which I won't name. I was there with friends who had just been at Pride March in St. Kilda that day and was having a great time dancing to some funky house tunes. Most of the crowd were gay/lesbian.
Pretty late on in the evening, I'm sitting on the stage in front of the DJ booth, just having a rest when a tall woman in a red dress came and sat down next to me. She started asking me if I could help her get stuff... I don't know what it is about me, but even when I'm straight (as I was that night), people are always asking me to hook them up. I'd like to think it's my smile, or the way I dance... but more likely it's because I've got 'TRASHER' permanantly stamped on my forehead.
I didn't have anything but I pointed her in the right direction. Anyway, we continued to sit and chat and dance throughout the night while she went to Lala land. Around midnight my friends left to go home and I was pretty keen to leave too... at which point she invites me back to her place.
Now I'd already had sex that afternoon and racked up a few lines in the evening so the combination of the two left me with very little interest in getting any action. I went though... just out of natural curiosity I guess.
We get back to her place, a small one bedroom apartment not far outside the city. It's a pretty comfortable place... and sit on her couch and continue chatting. Things are going very smoothly... in fact... all a little too smooth. At this point I know what she expects to happen next ... and something in my head clicks. Like a light bulb...
...firstly she had picked me up which is odd enough because it's usually the other way around OR at least a mutual agreement by both parties. Though it has happened to me before so that wasn't anything too new... what felt so out of place was both the Ease and Comfort with which she'd done it.
It all seemed just too easy and I'd like to think I've spent enough time in clubs to know when something feels out of place. So, almost jokingly, I say:
"Alright... so what's your deep dark secret? Are you an axe-murderer or something?"
And she sat there at the other end of her couch, looking back at me with a big Cheshire cat grin and eyes the size of saucers and said:
"Well... I had a sex change operation"
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Alrighty then...
I think at that moment my life flashed before my eyes. The whole situation just seemed so absurd. Since when did my life become a frickin TV show? Who wrote this shit? This cannot be fucking real...
Anyway... when I could finally talk again, the only thing I managed to meekly say was, "Uhh... I've had a lot of speed tonight so I don't think I could get it up"... Yeah I know... pretty lame excuse but it was the truth.
We actually spent two hours sitting on her couch talking after that... about all manner of interesting things like hormones and sex reassignment and getting your dick cut off and so on.
When I told this story last weekend, one of my friends asked me why I didn't take a look. I mean, truth was, I was *VERY* interested in seeing it... but I think at that point, that night, sitting on her couch... my mind had expanded enough for one night. Enough for one year even... Christ.
Anyway we parted on good terms, I freely admitted to her that I was well and truly freaked out. She said she wants to come to Two Tribes and I said sure. I've got your number... I'll call (I lied). Funny thing is I ran into her the next week on Sunday morning at Revolver, wasn't wierd at all.. we sat, chatted, I pointed her in the right direction again.
Don't get me wrong. I wasn't freaked cause I don't accept transgender people. It's just that after she told me (and I'm glad she was at least honest enough to do so before anything happened), more and more about her seemed not quite right. While she may have the body and genitals of a woman... her brain worked like that of a gay man. If she really thought like a woman, I would never have got suspicious in the first place.
Anyway I could talk about why and why not all day. Needless to say it was another one of those experiences that remind me why I love going out and being single. If anything, it's perhaps sometimes a little all *TOO* exciting.
Welcome to the 21st century boys and girls. Where you need to do a DNA and chromosome test before taking someone home.
[ 18 February 2003: Message edited by: hoptis ]
YJ
i dunno if i should go ahead with it as i hink i will probably attach myself to him again like b4 cos i really feel 4 him ![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
but if thats the only way i can have him should i take it? ahhhhhhhhhh i dunno.....maybe i should say "no u can have me when im worthy enough to hav all of me etc etc" and have other fuck buddies till he realises im the best damn thing thats has ever happened to him god damn it!!! *runs off screaming* 
