Tranny or Pervert?
Where is the time going, I've been wanting to blog about xmas but the days are flying past.
As is my wont I headed for foreign climes, this time Guatemala, perhaps a bit more research migh have been useful in my attempt to avoid Christmas, guatemala is religious, very very religious, you couldn't move for nativity scenes and religious icons.
I had a great time tho, highlights were
A days canyoning, beautiful waters and some excellent cliffs to jump from,
Being asked to take part in a shamanic ceremony, amazing luck, this ceremony was held once every 400 years. Wasn't allowed to take pics tho.
The ruins of Tikal, what a site, bigger than Angkor Wat and thats saying something, estimated 10,000 structures still to be uncovered.
A climb in the darkness above the canopy to watch the sun come up over the ruins, the sight was spectacular and the sounds of the howler monkeys was terrifying, think King Kong, but real and happening around you.
Christmas day I woke in a cheap hotel in Honduras, watching the ceiling fan spin lazily and stinking of stale booze and cigarettes. Then I got up and left the Hemmingway novel I seemed to find myself in and showered.
The group was great fun, there were some tranny bits too, apart from the piccie
I had lostst luggage so I ended up wearing my travelling partners trousers for a few days, just regular treking trousers but with a pink flowery insert round the inside of the waistband, how funny that the manufacturers should do that? its not visible, so why did they do it? My travelling partner knows about me btw and was much amused at me wearing her clothes
Other tranny bit was a comment from one of the girls on seeing a t-girl at work 'Hey thats a dude!!!' not very pc but it made me laugh.
The last tranny bit was not so good and inspired the title, one of the girls on the trip was a beauty consultant (Hilary) and she had a tranny client, nothing much to report, she only commented on his (dunno it just felt like a 'he' as she was telling me) terrible dress sense and beard shadow and how she had to steer him into the right clothes. Anyway she also runs point for a group of beauty consultants and therapists, some of whom just flat refuse to deal with trannies, bit sad but no worries however she said one girl had a tranny contact her who was freaking her out and passed on Hilarys number in desperation, so Hilary got calls from the tranny. Initially innocent enough, asking about the services and so on but then it moved to
'Will you put underwear on me?'
'What sort of pretty panties do you think would suit me?'
Then the phone calls started in the night and Hilary had to take it to the police. The police advised just to keep saying 'I'm sorry I can't help you' and it worked.
I'm cringing just thinking of it, I was clearly cringing at the time which Hilary took to be the 'guy in womens underwear' thing, if only she knew it was because I was wanting to say 'we aren't like that'. I'm still in touch with Hilary and there was snoggage, and she might come over here so maybe I'll have a chance to let her meet a normal tranny (hmm, I only have my opinion that I'm normal) I damn near came out to her on the trip but I was so embarassed by the story. It was a repeated a few times on the trip to laughter, and thats what people think we are. I've been told off a few times for not being tolerant enough but this sort of behaviour just winds me up.
OK so perverts too strong, one girls pervert is another girls sexual adventurer it's a nasty word anyway but it was quoting from an RG friend, we had a lovely night out where there was a creepy tranny there in addition to some great looking girls, on the way home we were discussing the creepy one and she said 'That wasn't a tranny that was just a pervert'. So I'm intolerant of that sort of tranny, so shoot me.
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Nomina stultorum parietibus hoerent
The names of fools are seen upon the walls.
As is my wont I headed for foreign climes, this time Guatemala, perhaps a bit more research migh have been useful in my attempt to avoid Christmas, guatemala is religious, very very religious, you couldn't move for nativity scenes and religious icons.
I had a great time tho, highlights were
A days canyoning, beautiful waters and some excellent cliffs to jump from,
Being asked to take part in a shamanic ceremony, amazing luck, this ceremony was held once every 400 years. Wasn't allowed to take pics tho.
The ruins of Tikal, what a site, bigger than Angkor Wat and thats saying something, estimated 10,000 structures still to be uncovered.
A climb in the darkness above the canopy to watch the sun come up over the ruins, the sight was spectacular and the sounds of the howler monkeys was terrifying, think King Kong, but real and happening around you.
Christmas day I woke in a cheap hotel in Honduras, watching the ceiling fan spin lazily and stinking of stale booze and cigarettes. Then I got up and left the Hemmingway novel I seemed to find myself in and showered.
The group was great fun, there were some tranny bits too, apart from the piccie
I had lostst luggage so I ended up wearing my travelling partners trousers for a few days, just regular treking trousers but with a pink flowery insert round the inside of the waistband, how funny that the manufacturers should do that? its not visible, so why did they do it? My travelling partner knows about me btw and was much amused at me wearing her clothes
Other tranny bit was a comment from one of the girls on seeing a t-girl at work 'Hey thats a dude!!!' not very pc but it made me laugh.
The last tranny bit was not so good and inspired the title, one of the girls on the trip was a beauty consultant (Hilary) and she had a tranny client, nothing much to report, she only commented on his (dunno it just felt like a 'he' as she was telling me) terrible dress sense and beard shadow and how she had to steer him into the right clothes. Anyway she also runs point for a group of beauty consultants and therapists, some of whom just flat refuse to deal with trannies, bit sad but no worries however she said one girl had a tranny contact her who was freaking her out and passed on Hilarys number in desperation, so Hilary got calls from the tranny. Initially innocent enough, asking about the services and so on but then it moved to
'Will you put underwear on me?'
'What sort of pretty panties do you think would suit me?'
Then the phone calls started in the night and Hilary had to take it to the police. The police advised just to keep saying 'I'm sorry I can't help you' and it worked.
I'm cringing just thinking of it, I was clearly cringing at the time which Hilary took to be the 'guy in womens underwear' thing, if only she knew it was because I was wanting to say 'we aren't like that'. I'm still in touch with Hilary and there was snoggage, and she might come over here so maybe I'll have a chance to let her meet a normal tranny (hmm, I only have my opinion that I'm normal) I damn near came out to her on the trip but I was so embarassed by the story. It was a repeated a few times on the trip to laughter, and thats what people think we are. I've been told off a few times for not being tolerant enough but this sort of behaviour just winds me up.
OK so perverts too strong, one girls pervert is another girls sexual adventurer it's a nasty word anyway but it was quoting from an RG friend, we had a lovely night out where there was a creepy tranny there in addition to some great looking girls, on the way home we were discussing the creepy one and she said 'That wasn't a tranny that was just a pervert'. So I'm intolerant of that sort of tranny, so shoot me.
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Nomina stultorum parietibus hoerent
The names of fools are seen upon the walls.
posted by Gillian at 9:11 PM
5 Comments:
I wouldn't even call them as a tranny. I am sorry but when you look at the bloody effort we put it on to look and pass as a woman and then you got someone who just wants to wear the pants.
Live and let live I say but don't let Panty wearers cloud who we are.
Oh and I would have told her to redress the balance!
I agree with you hon. I have to fight this all the time...chiefly from someomne whon really matters to me actually. Trying to dispel the view - sadly still very widely held - that all crossdressing activity is just a variation of sexual fetishisation of women's clothes is a tough job. Not least because for some, it obviously is...
The problem with guys like this is that they create a climate where we can't speak up and say 'No, that's not me', because the damage is done, perceptions are set, and it sounds like 'Well you would say that wouldn't you' etc. My wife won't even discuss it with me because she is adamant this is what it all about and she finds it sickening.
And of course, this guy sounds more stalker than anything else.
Looks like a great holiday :-)
This kinda thing just makes me want to give it all up - but I can give it up as much as I can gnaw my own head off.
The only answer I can think of is to be an example of acceptability, in my own rather low key way.
Makes me cringe as well Gillian.
For some reason, in the last couple of months I've met probably half a dozen girls who were intrigued by the idea of going out with a trannie.
Either total strangers in bars, or friends of friends. They were all gushing with enthusiasm, "Where can I get one?" type of thing.
And I found myself bizarrely having to give them a health warning, you know they're not all "normal" like me, there are some odd people out there, you need to be cautious etc etc.
I felt it was something I had to do, even though it made me cringe to have to do it.
"Where can I get one"
waves hands, jumps in the air, we are so going out when I get back there Miss Cross
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