| Fish underwater |
[01 Apr 2008|03:00pm] |
I was in a dance club and while I was dancing, a very cute TS girl was watching me intently in the face, and I felt like I was a fish underwater being approached by another curious fish, checking me out, so surprised to find another of its own specie. Or so I felt anyway.
The dance club caters for TS, TVs and other queer people, as well as those guys and girls who love watching us or chat us up. To say there was a wide diversity of people was an understatement, from old not so passable TVs to gorgeous siliconed young TS girls. Most of the cute TS were either black or asian, and I was one of the few rather OK white TS there. I say I was rather OK apparently because I made out with two rather nice guys there, one a full blooded tranny chaser, whom I was happy to engage with (kisses, french or otherwise, cuddles and other niceties, after all, that is what I was there for), another probably curious about the whole thing, not wanting or daring to go so far as kissing but still managing to grope my ass quite thoroughly (it was reported to me to be pleasurably firm).
Anyway, this was a good experience for me, and I really enjoyed watching the scene, even more so making out with those guys. I would say the people there were definitely good fun, with also little apparent back-biting or nastiness, especially towards the less passable TVs around. Yes, it was a bit clickish at times, with many of the girls, me included, trying to see what group they belong to (lots of aspiration there, but then, I guess we all are quite insecure). On the subject of insecurity, quite a few of us seemed really very much self-involved, a few quite clearly indulging into their fantasies with little interest in other people around. Oh well, I am quite narcissistic myself, soo...
What I found surprising is how careful the guys were, asking me regularly: "are you ok with that", "are you comfortable with this", "can I do this", "can I do that", etc. I don't know where they got that from, but it certainly is nice. It might be that the girl who runs the club is known to enforce rules against harassment and unwelcome sexual attention very strictly (though I did not see her intervening anytime), or because I did not seem very responsive, or that those guys have experience of TS women and think we like to be in control? I even got asked if I was a lesbian, just to make sure I welcomed male sexual advances! For the record, I answered I am probably bi, in the absence of any proof to the contrary (until recently, I would have thought I was a lesbian, but guys do have their use I think, and I would probably go out with a girl only if she was rather masculine, tough and mature.
Other than that, I did spend a lovely time in London, I was in a nice part of town close to the national library and british museum, right next to the best gay bookshop in london, Gay's the Word (where I bought a book by Serrano). I went to the Buddhist Thai temple in Wimbledon, to Little Venice, and Edgware Road which is apparently a very muslim part of town, and to the British Library, where I couldn't get a pass because I did not bring with me a proof of domicile. I was at an OK hotel, except for a nasty employee who was angry I changed room and apparently smudged a pillow with make up in the first room without telling her (for fuck's sake, I hadn't even noticed!). I did go to some good restaurants, my favorite Thai place, a Spanish restaurant, not so good food but amazing liquors, a vegetarian place and a Japanese place where they circulate food on a rail for people to pick up their choice. I got a number of appreciative comments from guys in the street, like 'gorgeous' or 'amazing pair of legs you got there honey'. OK, sexist chauvinist pigs and all that, but still, it is kind of nice... |
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