I was reading the crap that litters the max fisch forums this morning and I discovered a post written by someone who has spent 20 years hanging out with transgendered people. He said " I’ve seen posts in which terms such as transsexual, transvestite, transgender, tgirl, etc. are used interchangeably or incorrectly. As such, I’d … Continue reading The Correct Usage of T-Girl
Easter night I went to the Faultline at something like 3 in the afternoon. I started out by drinking beer but when you have a seven foot tall transsexual dressed in a bright yellow dress with you in a club packed with hard bodies gay men you rapidly move to hard liquor. Gin and tonic, … Continue reading Okay, I Don’t Know How To Spell Vato or Chola — I’m White!
Easter—it makes me think of gay boys drinking beer and pissing on each other. Wanna find out why? I’m on my way to the Faultline. If you want to have a fantastic adventure now is a good time to call. I probably won’t hear my phone ring once I get to the bar. Several years … Continue reading A Beer Bash Isn’t For Women In Pink Dresses
I’m sitting here in my office and I have my second beer, a cookie, and a pistol sitting next to me. I don’t plan on shooing anyone it just happens to be sitting next to my computer. It is loaded. Lately I have been pretty stressed out. I have been waiting anxiously for a green … Continue reading Living Life Like I’m On Shore Leave! ~~~ or how to get a session on the cheap!
Ode To Lorelei Alright it is time to tell you about my fantastic girlfriend. When I met her she was a man, a very sharp man. Standing at 6’4” she was the same height as Abe Lincoln. She was actively playing Abe Lincoln in Abe Lincoln Presents, a Second City Show. She was wearing fancy … Continue reading My Transsexual Girlfriend
I went out last night. I put on my new rubber dress (thanks Jay) and I went to a bar in downtown LA. I sat there drinking martinis and feeling sorry for myself (another slave wanna-be stood me up) when the most beautiful man walked in. He was this big black basketball player. He sat … Continue reading So Much Fun I Lost My iPhone
When I was a little girl my father used to take me to ‘the gay day parade.” He would sit me on his shoulders and tell me to holler when I saw the dykes on bikes. We went every year. No one ever told my mother. I found this out recently. Going to the parade … Continue reading The Gays