Mitzi
04-21-2007, 09:34 PM
To set the background...back in the 70's when I started going out publicly in Los Angeles I used to see this t-girl from time to time at tg venues. I'll call her Sabrina (because I don't remember her name, and it sounds sexy, which she was...) but we never spoke to one another, I wasn't even sure she ever noticed me.
Fast forward a dozen or so years. One afternoon I went to a t-bar in San Francisco en femme. There was Sabrina, we sat and chatted like old friends. She commented on how good I looked now, but that when she first saw me in Los Angeles, I looked awful.
After our chat, I started for the bar but was confronted by another t-girl who sat me down and started asking all sorts of questions, all the while staring me square in the eye. I was relieved to finally get away from her, and resumed my trip to the bar. Sabrina came up from behind, and handed me my driver's license and a credit card, which the other girl had pilfered out of my purse during the grilling. Sabrina warned me to be more careful. She turned out to be a real friend...
Mitzi
Fast forward a dozen or so years. One afternoon I went to a t-bar in San Francisco en femme. There was Sabrina, we sat and chatted like old friends. She commented on how good I looked now, but that when she first saw me in Los Angeles, I looked awful.
After our chat, I started for the bar but was confronted by another t-girl who sat me down and started asking all sorts of questions, all the while staring me square in the eye. I was relieved to finally get away from her, and resumed my trip to the bar. Sabrina came up from behind, and handed me my driver's license and a credit card, which the other girl had pilfered out of my purse during the grilling. Sabrina warned me to be more careful. She turned out to be a real friend...
Mitzi