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A beautiful Polynesian princess danced across the stage.
The heavy beat of drums and the driving music that accompanied them continued
to build to a crescendo that moved the audience to applaud throughout her
act. The two young men assistng her in the choreography only added
to the energy of the scene in front of my eyes. Then, with a quick
movement of the hand, she pulled off her covering and revealed a slender
semi-naked and almost perfect female body covered in leopard stripes--revealing
her bare breasts with only a thong keeping her but a few threads shy of
being completely nude. As the pace of the dance continued to build,
the already ecstatic audience broke forth with loud cheers of approval.
With her long black hair waving from one side to the other, every member
of the audience in this Atlantic City gay nightclub took pride in the fact
that the outgoing queen of the Miss Gay America Pageant was a transsexual
male-to-female.
As for me, I was amazed.
This was my second visit to an all-gay club and both took
place on the same weekend. The Friday night before, I had found my
way to the Shampoo Club in Philadelphia. Someone had told me that
a beautiful transsexual by the name of Natasha would be bartending on the
second floor. When I entered the building, I was surprised to find
that Shampoo consisted of four bars and and three dance floors. The
second floor contained the largest combination of the two and this is where
I had my first real life look at a true transsexual. Natasha was
both pretty and very feminine. Although, somewhat tall, she is slender,
curvy, easy on the eyes, and has a full head of long light brown hair.
Her movements and gestures are all woman, but not overemphasized as is
the case with her cross-dressing "sisters." Wearing a an outfit of
cute matching shorts and top, she was definitely very attractive.
Neither is she a pre-op transsexual. That is in her past. She
is a post-op ts and has no problem letting anyone know who inquires.
In fact, I found her to be very open about her chosen gender.
Since I had arrived early, I noticed no one was sitting
at the bar yet, so I ordered a glass of wine and introduced myself.
Explaining to her that I had never been to a gay club before and that I
was there researching the lifestyle of transsexuals, she immediately exclaimed,
"Oh, baby, you are lucky tonight 'cause a bunch of my sisters are gonna'
be here a little later on and I will introduce you to them!"
This was going to be an interesting evening.
Within the hour, the club filled up with well over 300
patrons. Most of them were gay men but there were several cross-dressers,
some lesbian couples, and a few transsexuals.
At any rate, the place began to rock and, as the evening progressed, it
transformed into a celebration of gayness with the only restriction being
that no one completely exposed themselves--at least not where anyone could
see them.
As the midnight hour passed, I found myself a little worn
from wandering about. Several trips to the other sections of the
club had proven to be very interesting. The Latinos had their own
area, couples who wanted to sit alone had their's, and those who preferred
a smaller, more intimate setting had their section as well. Not only
did those in female attire (whether fully male or in transition to female)
not mind being looked at but they truly loved being gazed upon.
So, as the wee hours of the morning approached, I made
my way back to Natasha's bar and planted myself on the end closest to the
stairway. It was only a few minutes later when her "sisters" began
to show up. They were a quartet consisting of three Oriental looking
transsexuals and a very petite black lady who was also a ts. I had
obviously sat in the right place. Before I knew it, all four either
sat or stood directly to my right. Within moments, an interesting
evening became an absolutely intriguing experience.
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All four of them could easily pass for women in any public
place. In fact, by anyone's standard, they were beautiful.
One was tall and slender; one was small and petite; yet another had the
prettiest face (wearing very little makeup). The black transsexual
was wearing a naughty little outfit that exposed the sides of her breasts.
As Natasha greeted her friends, I sat there unable to take my eyes off
of them as I contemplated the reality that I was now looking at a total
of five transsexuals--and all of them were visually pleasing, to say the
least. Absolutely amazing!
Then one of life's little surprises occurred.
I eventually made my way back to reality and noticed that
they were cramped as they stood around the corner of the bar. I smiled
at the ts next to me and stated that I would be happy to move over to give
them more room. She smiled back and told me that it wouldn't be necessary
but I moved, anyhow. While the three Orientals bounced back and forth
from the dance floor to the bar, I noticed that she was not as close to
them as it seemed when they first entered the club. After a few more
minutes, she turned my way to introduce herself.
Her name is Lisa.
We exchanged some small talk. She told me a little
about her three friends who, at that moment, were having a wonderful time
dancing in front of a full-length mirror to the side of the bar.
In fact, while I was chatting with Lisa, the one with the beautiful eyes
danced over to us, leaned on my back, and began flirting with me in a teasing
manner just to playfully aggrivate her friend. She moved on as Lisa
and I continued our conversation. Within a half-hour the last call
for drinks went out and Lisa handed me a napkin with her name and phone
number written on it.
"Call me. Okay?"
I smiled and nodded that I would.
I called her the next day.
She answered the phone and we chatted for a few
moments. Then, she mentioned that she was judging a beauty pageant
in Atlantic City on Sunday evening. Would I like to go with her?
Just two days after taking my first step into
a gay nightclub, I found myself escorting a beautiful transgendered woman
on an excursion to one of the great pleasure spots of the East Coast.
If the large life is for those who dare to live it, I was being most daring.
After a wonderful dinner at Balley's, we drove
over to the Studio 6 Nightclub where the contest was to take place.
Lisa greeted a number of the participants by name. She not only knew
them but, as I found out later, is one of the most well known and beloved
people in this gay and transgendered corner of the country. How was I to
know? I had just met
her.
It took about an hour for the event to begin.
Lisa finally took her place at the table with the other judges; five of
whom were either transsexuals or cross-dressers (including the Oriental
girl who had leaned on my shoulders the previous Friday evening at Shampoo).
The pageant began.
Eight finalists were in competition for the
coveted title and accompanying awards--one of which would be the honor
of being the hostess of the club for the next twelve months. The
rest of the evening consisted of the things typical of all beauty pageants
from the evening gown to the talent competitions. All eight contestants
were male cross-dressers. All of them were gorgeous.
In the middle of this five hour extravaganza,
the voice over the sound system announced that the next musical dance number
would be presented by "Miss Lisa!"
I couldn't believe it.
She had slipped away from the judge's table
and changed into a very sexy and skimpy costume. In all due respect
to any female who may be reading this, I can only say that what I was looking
at was the ideal female figure looking her absolude best--and completely
feminine in every detail.
Lisa performed her number and literally brought
the crowd to their feet in applause when she was done. In the middle of
it, she walked out into the audience, sat on my lap and sange a verse to
me. I blush quite nicely. She loved it. So did the crowd.
As she was leaving the stage, she looked my
way with a big smile as if to say, "Aha, gotcha!"
She did.
I loved it, too.
A few hours later, the new Miss Gay America
was crowned.
It was now Monday morning, 5 a.m.
Lisa slept most of the way back to Philadelphia.
I drove her home, got a sweet goodnight kiss, and that was the last time
that I saw her.
I had just been out for an amazing evening
with one of the most well known transgendered entertainers on the East
Coast. What an experience!
Being transsexual is not just a physical thing.
They live in a world that they have created together; a place where they
can be free to be themselves--where they are comfortable amongst those
who are like them, and happily surrounded by thier "sisters."
For one weekend, I was allowed to witness
their
world.
The bottom line is that, although they prefer
the acceptance of society, they don't need it. Their lives are not
dependent upon what others think about them.
Still, they live amongst us. Whether
male-to-female or female-to-male, transgendered
people are more numerous than most "straight" people would
imagine.
Interestingly enough, had I met most of these
women in my day-to-day life, I would never have known otherwise.
Their transition to femaleness is an amazing miracle of modern day medical
technology and some major determination on their part. Yet, there
will always be the indisputable fact that, despite their outer appearances
and even their inner changes, they have all had the experience of being
male for a portion of their lifetimes. They have experienced both
sides of the gender fence and have the ability to understand how each views
so much of life. In that sense, they are both blessed and cursed.
Still, I have no doubt that, given the opportunity,
none of them would return from whence they have come.
Unlike the rest of us, they have traversed
a highway frought with risk and danger to get to the other side--one that
we will only be able to observe from the sidelines as I did the evening
I dated a transsexual woman.
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