Hi all, this is my first post here! I am glad to post this experience I had last night, because it was just not right in my opinion and wanted to get all of yours too.
So, my wife finally talked me into dressing completely up, bought me a wonderful blonde wig, bought me my own expensive makeup set and she even did my makeup for me, telling me the do's and don'ts of doing my own girly hair & makeup every step of the way. The whole time we were getting ready I refused to look into the mirror, I just kept thinking to myself that this is really happening NOW, and soon Ill look into the mirror and be amazed at what I see. And I was. I nearly cried when I saw myself done up, I was beautiful thanks to her.
Ok, so we head to this club near us because we only had an hour and a half babysitting time. The club was called the 7440 Club on Auburn blvd in Citrus Heights Ca. When we got there, I was so nervous at first seeing that the parking lots were all full and we knew there was a ton of people inside and on the patio area, but my wife kept assuring me I looked great and we were going to have a good time. When we go to the main entrance and getting my ID and money out of my bra (yes, that really is the best place to carry all of your stuff including your cell phone) I nervously presented my ID with my full face and beard on it, and I was standing there in a black dress and high heels. They took my money and let me and my wife in. First, Ill tell you that this bar is not a gay or lifestyle bar, but a regular bar with older crowd usually, tonight however it was a very young croud with homies, gangsters, jocks, lots of young punks and was just a young type stuck up crowd. Immediately after entering and starting to make our way to the safe patio area, we both had to walk through the packed main bar area and right away I hear comments from people like 'OMG look, that's a guy in a dress!' or 'is that really a dude?'. those kinds of comments don't hurt me, but really affected my wife. I ushered her to the patio area and we got a drink from the bar and stood off to the corner. within 2 minutes of entering, I noticed the bouncer making their way through the crowd over to me, and I cant help but look around and see all these eyes staring at me until I make eye contact and they quickly look away. I digress; The bouncer makes it over to me and over the loud music comes in very close and says 'We got a problem'. He said, 'Its more of a technical problem for you, see you cannot use any of the bathrooms here so don't try to go into the ladies room ok? If you need to go to the bathroom, you will have to leave and go somewhere else.' I really couldn't believe what I was hearing at that moment and was trying to process it. I looke around again and saw even more eyes on me since the bouncer bee lined it to me and now talking to me in a defensive like posture. I politely asked him what he was referring to, and he said 'you are a man in a dress and wig, so I needed to tell you this so there aren't any problems'. I was a little embarrassed (ok, a lot), and I thought how can I turn the power dynamic in this awkward conversation around. I quipped that ' He cannot be serious, I am a hermaphrodite with both parts, and my vagina is the most developed part in case he was wondering, and I sit down to pee. In women's restrooms. If you need me to pull down my skirt in the middle of the bar so you can see my [anatomy], I will be happy to prove it to you sir.' At this point the song had broken and I was speaking really loud 3 inches from his face (in a mans voice, mind you). For some reason, this made a difference. He said that in that case, I could use the women's restroom with all of the other ladies, and he apologized for the misunderstanding. He then just turned and walked away. My poor wife then looked at me and said she didn't want to stay here, and that she thought the crowd was not the right kind of crowd to accept my being dressed up. She wanted to leave. I told her no, we are not running away from anything. She said ok, she didn't want me to get hurt from some overzealous person who wanted to start problems with us. I then took off my heels and headed for the dance floor.(dang those things hurt!) We danced for 5 songs or so, and the bouncer walked by and saw my hand had a little blood on it from a scrape I got. He was a totally different guy, bringing me by the hand off the dance floor, taking my hand into his, and wiping my scrape gently with a antiseptic wipe, and then applying a bandaid to my scrape. It was such a weird feeling to have a guy to that to me, and I thought man, this is what most guys do for women all day long. So, I got a Band-Aid and we were just about to leave when a couple women came up to me and wanted to high five us and say hi. They saw the bouncer be rude to be earlier about me being just a man in a dress and couldn't use the toilets to us staying on the dance floor like we didn't care who was watching and then seeing the bouncer come back and fix up my wound. She said that it was inspiring that we didn't run out the door cause it was a pretty rough crowd who didn't seem to understand cross dressing, and thus there was a high potential for a dangerous situation. I said thanks, and that it was my night and I don't care what anyone thinks about me. If they don't like the way I dress or look, that is their problem, not mine. Before we left 20 minutes later, I had a few others come up and say how brave I was and good looking in my outfit! I actually had some guy come up to me and my wife and buy us drinks too. That was so weird, awesome but weird! We couldn't stop talking about the night all the way home.
So, it was good, bad, then good again. I was really surprised how many people still have the mindset that we are all freaks. Really, I was upset initially about the discrimination from the bouncer where he told me I couldn't use any bathroom on the premises and made us feel awkward. At any rate, When situations like these arise, we give in if we run away. I was always taught that you face these kinds of situations head on, chin high and everything will be ok. And it was.
In hind sight, maybe the gay bar would have been the best first place to go, but I wanted to go where I wanted to go, and I really shouldn't have to worry about if I go here or there. Just know this, if anything like this happens again, some one is getting a primal beat down by a guy wearing a blonde wig and a dress.