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#93556 - 12/16/04 07:43 PM
First time out
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Pooh-Bah
Registered: 06/06/04
Loc: California, USA
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I finally decided that I'd like to share my experience of the first time I went out. This was on my trip to Florida. (I'm sorry. I really should have tried to hook up with some of you in the area, but I was planning on spending all my time with the friend I was visiting.)
Anyway, I get there, we meet for a couple of hours. She has to go home, and I stay at the hotel. What happened next really took the fun out of it. We both got sick. She, really bad. I just felt kinda icky, and didn't feel like eating.
Anyway, (Yeah, another "anyway." I like starting sentences with that word.) we were both out of action for a few days. I needed to get some decent cereal for breakfast. I thought I'd try for the nearest supermarket (I can't remember which one it was) but ran into a toll road (Ha! I have another story to tell you about toll roads. Unlike here in California with the toll on bridges, there were tolls on major roads. I went through 2 toll booths on the same road. I got lost, by the way. I asked a toll person how to find the street my hotel was on. He told me to turn around, pay toll on the way back, and then the directions. I was livid! I had been afraid I'd spend all my money trying to find my way with all these toll roads. Well, that's that.). I didn't want to do that, so I turned back. I stopped at a local library first. I'd seen the sign on the way. Since I work in the library, I thought I'd check out an Orlandoan library. It was slightly different, and yet the same. I kept a big jacket on, so this doesn't really count.
My next stop was Walgreens. I figured they might have some decent food stuffs. This time, no jacket. I got what I needed, even asked a worker how to find something. Then I checked out. Nobody said anything. I didn't notice any strange looks. (Okay, I must admit that I did step out, slightly made up, but not quite right in the chest back at the hotel the day I met my friend, and I did notice a strange look—my friend had made me walk her to her car without my jacket.)
So, anyway (okay, now it's the second word of the sentence), that's my first time out. My trans electrologist really got on my case about the whole deal (the trip, the outing, the dangers), but I thought everything went well, aside from the obvious downer.
Any questions?
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We are not transsexuals trying to pass as women. We are women trying to pass not as transsexuals.
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#93573 - 12/29/04 10:55 AM
Re: First time out
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Enthusiast
Registered: 04/16/03
Loc: Seattle, WA
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Wow! 2 pages of responses. Thank you all. Hugs! It took some effort to get some nerve up, but once I was at it, I just felt, so, so normal (with a tiny bit of fear).
Awesome, CeCe. Sounds like you're doing well. The first time I went out I was absolutely mortified. And the only place I could think of to go where I wouldn't run into anyone was a gay bar for aging alcoholics! And of course the guy who makes me coffee is there! Your "Anyways" is my "And"!
I definitely got some looks, but maybe being 6'2" had something to do with it. Not sure. Congratulations! Calpernia is right, they do simply start to blend in with each other.
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#93574 - 12/31/04 11:52 AM
Re: First time out
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penniless wretch
Registered: 11/27/03
Loc: gutter
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Congrats, Cece! It's a good stepping stone, going out and about in the world, en femme, during day light hours. My first forays out into the world were on the Chicago Drag Circuit (tm), which had it's good points and bad points. Going out in daylight is far more difficult, though.
With time, you'll probably come to appreciate winter and colder climats a bit more, as you can layer clothes, and go out en femme without showing quite as much skin.
Anyhow, glad to hear that things are doing well, hon!
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I used to care. Then I had the opportunity to be attacked, raped, lied to, rejected, and abandoned. Not necessarily in that order, or all at the same time, mind you. But over time, the predators attacked and raped me, the pretenders lied to me, friends rejected and abandoned me. Now, I don't give a shit. I know nothing; have nothing; am nothing. Let the world burn. I don't care anymore. It's all just ash and dust.
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#93576 - 12/31/04 12:11 PM
Re: First time out
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Registered: 12/11/03
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