Raquel June
08-24-2008, 06:09 AM
I went to the URNA TParty (http://articles.urnotalone.com/1588) tonight in Columbus. My friends Jill and Lynn gave me a ride. We got there at 9:30. There were probably 40 T-girls there (it gets up to about 60 in the winter). My good friend Sandi was there. I almost never wear anything white, and I've had a white dress for a year that I've never worn out, and Sandi didn't know what I was wearing, but we both ended up with white dresses. She also had a feather boa which I commandeered.
Here's me and Sandi tonight:
http://lh4.ggpht.com/racquel937/SLEgyeV9QEI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Fmu3soqzvMw/s400/0823082345.jpg
* BTW, this picture really needs something for you to understand the scale of it. I'm 6'0 195 lbs. without heels. Sandi is 6'3 and was wearing 3" heels. God only knows what size her boobs are, but they certainly dwarf my 40DD forms. We kinda stand out in most places.
Dan, the URNA founder, likes to give away a premium site membership every month. Today he said he'd give one to whoever can guess his ethnicity. The guy looks pretty average, but I guess he looks similar to a Hungarian friend of mine. Anyway, nobody could guess it, and people were trying for quite some time. Eventually he told people to name a nationality or an explorer, so I said, "Cortes!" and he gave it to me because apparently he's half Native American (but looks like just about the opposite of what you'd think a Native American should look like). But I already had a membership, so I gave it to a new girl.
Sometimes I stay till 2:30. Usually I leave and go to some other clubs around 11:30. Tonight I left at 11:45 with Jill, Lynn and Sandi. Sandi had just bought the dress she was wearing today from a place called The Garden. The Garden is a store downtown that has a bunch of club/stripper clothes upstairs and a porn shop downstairs. They're open till 3am, and Sandi wanted to show them how the dress she just bought looked, so we stopped by there. Jill was trying on a bunch of clothes for an eternity, and eventually Sandi went out to smoke on the sidewalk and I followed her out to talk.
Standing in front of The Garden at almost 1am, I witnessed some domestic unrest which may or may not have been a hooker yelling at her pimp. It was a nice night, though ... about 70 degrees with a cool breeze. Lynn had come out and joined us in front of the store...
When I turned around there was a kinda cute pretty voluptuous short young black girl, maybe about 20, standing there on the sidewalk between us and the store in jeans and a tight shirt. Not crazy hot or anything, just cute/average/friendly/approachable looking. She started off by asking what cool places there were to hang out. She said she was from North Carolina. Sandi pointed out a bar across the street which was pretty busy. Obviously her story seemed flawed. She's new in town from North Carolina, probably not old enough to drink, and she has somehow gotten to a shady part of town by herself at 1am and approached our transgendered trio because she wants to know what the happenin' places are in town?
About that time a skinny white girl who appeared to have a crack and/or meth problem approached us with some non-intriguing clothes in a bag and asked if we wanted to buy some clothes or give her some money. Sandi explained that she really has to pinch her pennies to dress like she does, and the girl wandered off.
So it's back to the black girl looking for a cool place to party. She didn't even seem interested in Sandi's attempts to answer her questions. Finally she asked us what our deal was and if we were gay. Sandi, our de facto ambassador, gave some kind of non-answer that would make a politician proud. Then the girl asked to take our picture, which none of us had a problem with. About the time she produced the camera, I noticed a woman with her who may have been her mother. After the picture they both wandered off in the opposite direction of civilization, closing the case on whether or not they really wanted to socialize further that night.
They left and Lynn went inside, then out of nowhere there was a new guy standing between us and the store. He had a smile on his face and was looking at us. He was about 5'10, in decent shape but not exactly athletic. He had a T-shirt and jeans. His hair looked like he'd shaved his head with about a #2 guard. He was a bit on the pale side. I figured he'd say something eventually, but I wasn't going to wait on him, so I just kept talking to Sandi ... I got the feeling either of us could easily beat the hell out of him, but I did casually unzip my purse and put my hand on a pretty enormous M16-14 pocket knife (http://www.crkt.com/m16alumn.html). I see that Sandi has noticed him, too. Eventually the new guy stared long enough with that nervous smile that I expected to get some sort of proposition involving $50 and his car. I stared back at him making it clear that I noticed, but Sandi quickly said, "Let's go back inside," then when I followed her in, she shouted back, "It's not nice to stare!" ... actually, I think what she said was a little more clever than that.
Back inside, Jill was still trying on clothes. The other three of us wandered around downstairs then came back up. An employee gave us free drinks from a Pepsi cooler. Jill ended up getting a really cool dress, a new bra, and forms. About the time Jill came out of the dressing room, the creepy guy from outside appeared in front of me. This time he looked like he was about to cry, and he started right in apologizing for staring. Then he dropped the bomb -- what he'd been working up the courage for the last 20 minutes for -- "I want to do what you do!" That wasn't quit what I was expecting. He was all over the place, though. He wanted to know what to do. He wanted to know about places that would give him a makeover. He wanted to know how long I've been doing "what I do." He really didn't seem like someone who had been preoccupied with this for years like most, though. This really seemed more like a crazy person, and almost a spur-of-the-moment obsession. I kept telling him about the TParty thing we had just come from and that there are a lot of nice girls there and he should just show up next month, dressed or not, to see that it's really not something he needs to stress out over. He apologized for smelling bad, but he didn't smell bad. He said he wanted to lose weight so he rode his bike 28 miles today. I told him I weigh almost 200 lbs. and I've seen a lot of guys in skirts a lot bigger than him. I really felt bad for him, and I really wanted to give him my email address and tell him I'd help him out, but the guy was just so crazy. Right before we left another girl who had been at the TParty showed up at The Garden and followed us to the next place.
We went to a bar with a drag show where Sandi is a regular. There was a big ex-military guy there who had a pretty angry look on his face. I later found out he was a tranny chaser and thought I was cute. He looked on the verge of starting a fight all night, but he was actually being nice to everybody. It was pretty strange.
I went over to the bar. While I was waiting for the bartender, a very attractive GG in her late 20's who was there with her boyfriend started talking to me. She was really nice, and said she really liked my outfit and I looked like an angel.
Sandi went out the front door to smoke, then the ex-military guy came up to me and said he was going to go smoke. He said he knew I didn't smoke, but repeated the information that he was about to go outside to smoke. I said, "Well, Sandi's smoking out front," and he said, "Yeah. I'm going out the back." Well, he never even really asked me to go hang out with him, and I wasn't interested anyway, so I continued to hang out by the bar.
As I was standing by the bar but looking in the opposite direction, I felt a pretty firm full-hand slap on my butt. I started to look over my shoulder to see who I was about to have to knee in the balls, and it was the hot GG I had been talking to earlier.
I mean, I had a really good time, but what's up? The full moon was LAST Saturday.
p.s.
The girl I gave the membership to was named Andy. She drove all the way from West Virginia. She had an oxygen tube going up her nose, but was actually looking good and I didn't even see where the tube was going. I guess it was going down her collar. But I couldn't see any oxygen tank anywhere, so it must've been a really tiny one. It was like if Darth Vader had a cute sister.
The first time Sandi came back in from smoking at the TParty, she said she heard shots fired outside. Not just a few, either. Someone burned a whole magazine.
When I was in The Garden, when we first walked in I was standing at the top of the stairs talking for a bit. At the bottom of the stairs was the checkout counter for the basement area. I could see a man was behind the counter, but could only see a little bit of him. His head was obstructed by the upper floor as I looked down into the basement, and his legs were behind the counter, so I could only see his stomach. As I looked down the stairs for the first time, apparently the man saw me, too, and from his angle, my upper body was obstructed, too. But the man apparently wanted to see who the legs belonged to, because he very slowly ducked down and looked up at me. When we made eye contact I smiled and he stood back up pretty fast. He later came upstairs and kept telling me I had great legs. He's the one who got us free soda.
They had the best boots ever in there, but they only go up to size 10. You can't even order them in 11, and apparently they run small, too:
http://shop.sinfulshoes.com/leg-avenue-shoes-la426-bandit.aspx
The black girl who ended up taking our picture had really cute toes that I was staring at the whole time. She was wearing strappy sandals and had perfect little french tips. I also had french tips and peeking out the end of my sandals, but hers were much better looking. She said her friend did them. But the conversation with her was a little strange, because she was trying to act totally friendly and casual but was really just trying to get around to asking our sexuality and taking our picture.
And Sandi has the coolest car ever... A '69 Pontiac Grand Prix in perfect shape with the best paint -- a sparkly metallic flake fade on the roof, and a little topless pinup girl on the front quarter panel. I rode with her downtown between clubs. We got a few double and triple takes burning out from a couple redlights downtown. The huge muscle car with two girls in white with the feather boa blowing out the window was a hit!
Actually, guy Sandi is a big car nut and had just taken the car to a local show that afternoon.
Here's me and Sandi tonight:
http://lh4.ggpht.com/racquel937/SLEgyeV9QEI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Fmu3soqzvMw/s400/0823082345.jpg
* BTW, this picture really needs something for you to understand the scale of it. I'm 6'0 195 lbs. without heels. Sandi is 6'3 and was wearing 3" heels. God only knows what size her boobs are, but they certainly dwarf my 40DD forms. We kinda stand out in most places.
Dan, the URNA founder, likes to give away a premium site membership every month. Today he said he'd give one to whoever can guess his ethnicity. The guy looks pretty average, but I guess he looks similar to a Hungarian friend of mine. Anyway, nobody could guess it, and people were trying for quite some time. Eventually he told people to name a nationality or an explorer, so I said, "Cortes!" and he gave it to me because apparently he's half Native American (but looks like just about the opposite of what you'd think a Native American should look like). But I already had a membership, so I gave it to a new girl.
Sometimes I stay till 2:30. Usually I leave and go to some other clubs around 11:30. Tonight I left at 11:45 with Jill, Lynn and Sandi. Sandi had just bought the dress she was wearing today from a place called The Garden. The Garden is a store downtown that has a bunch of club/stripper clothes upstairs and a porn shop downstairs. They're open till 3am, and Sandi wanted to show them how the dress she just bought looked, so we stopped by there. Jill was trying on a bunch of clothes for an eternity, and eventually Sandi went out to smoke on the sidewalk and I followed her out to talk.
Standing in front of The Garden at almost 1am, I witnessed some domestic unrest which may or may not have been a hooker yelling at her pimp. It was a nice night, though ... about 70 degrees with a cool breeze. Lynn had come out and joined us in front of the store...
When I turned around there was a kinda cute pretty voluptuous short young black girl, maybe about 20, standing there on the sidewalk between us and the store in jeans and a tight shirt. Not crazy hot or anything, just cute/average/friendly/approachable looking. She started off by asking what cool places there were to hang out. She said she was from North Carolina. Sandi pointed out a bar across the street which was pretty busy. Obviously her story seemed flawed. She's new in town from North Carolina, probably not old enough to drink, and she has somehow gotten to a shady part of town by herself at 1am and approached our transgendered trio because she wants to know what the happenin' places are in town?
About that time a skinny white girl who appeared to have a crack and/or meth problem approached us with some non-intriguing clothes in a bag and asked if we wanted to buy some clothes or give her some money. Sandi explained that she really has to pinch her pennies to dress like she does, and the girl wandered off.
So it's back to the black girl looking for a cool place to party. She didn't even seem interested in Sandi's attempts to answer her questions. Finally she asked us what our deal was and if we were gay. Sandi, our de facto ambassador, gave some kind of non-answer that would make a politician proud. Then the girl asked to take our picture, which none of us had a problem with. About the time she produced the camera, I noticed a woman with her who may have been her mother. After the picture they both wandered off in the opposite direction of civilization, closing the case on whether or not they really wanted to socialize further that night.
They left and Lynn went inside, then out of nowhere there was a new guy standing between us and the store. He had a smile on his face and was looking at us. He was about 5'10, in decent shape but not exactly athletic. He had a T-shirt and jeans. His hair looked like he'd shaved his head with about a #2 guard. He was a bit on the pale side. I figured he'd say something eventually, but I wasn't going to wait on him, so I just kept talking to Sandi ... I got the feeling either of us could easily beat the hell out of him, but I did casually unzip my purse and put my hand on a pretty enormous M16-14 pocket knife (http://www.crkt.com/m16alumn.html). I see that Sandi has noticed him, too. Eventually the new guy stared long enough with that nervous smile that I expected to get some sort of proposition involving $50 and his car. I stared back at him making it clear that I noticed, but Sandi quickly said, "Let's go back inside," then when I followed her in, she shouted back, "It's not nice to stare!" ... actually, I think what she said was a little more clever than that.
Back inside, Jill was still trying on clothes. The other three of us wandered around downstairs then came back up. An employee gave us free drinks from a Pepsi cooler. Jill ended up getting a really cool dress, a new bra, and forms. About the time Jill came out of the dressing room, the creepy guy from outside appeared in front of me. This time he looked like he was about to cry, and he started right in apologizing for staring. Then he dropped the bomb -- what he'd been working up the courage for the last 20 minutes for -- "I want to do what you do!" That wasn't quit what I was expecting. He was all over the place, though. He wanted to know what to do. He wanted to know about places that would give him a makeover. He wanted to know how long I've been doing "what I do." He really didn't seem like someone who had been preoccupied with this for years like most, though. This really seemed more like a crazy person, and almost a spur-of-the-moment obsession. I kept telling him about the TParty thing we had just come from and that there are a lot of nice girls there and he should just show up next month, dressed or not, to see that it's really not something he needs to stress out over. He apologized for smelling bad, but he didn't smell bad. He said he wanted to lose weight so he rode his bike 28 miles today. I told him I weigh almost 200 lbs. and I've seen a lot of guys in skirts a lot bigger than him. I really felt bad for him, and I really wanted to give him my email address and tell him I'd help him out, but the guy was just so crazy. Right before we left another girl who had been at the TParty showed up at The Garden and followed us to the next place.
We went to a bar with a drag show where Sandi is a regular. There was a big ex-military guy there who had a pretty angry look on his face. I later found out he was a tranny chaser and thought I was cute. He looked on the verge of starting a fight all night, but he was actually being nice to everybody. It was pretty strange.
I went over to the bar. While I was waiting for the bartender, a very attractive GG in her late 20's who was there with her boyfriend started talking to me. She was really nice, and said she really liked my outfit and I looked like an angel.
Sandi went out the front door to smoke, then the ex-military guy came up to me and said he was going to go smoke. He said he knew I didn't smoke, but repeated the information that he was about to go outside to smoke. I said, "Well, Sandi's smoking out front," and he said, "Yeah. I'm going out the back." Well, he never even really asked me to go hang out with him, and I wasn't interested anyway, so I continued to hang out by the bar.
As I was standing by the bar but looking in the opposite direction, I felt a pretty firm full-hand slap on my butt. I started to look over my shoulder to see who I was about to have to knee in the balls, and it was the hot GG I had been talking to earlier.
I mean, I had a really good time, but what's up? The full moon was LAST Saturday.
p.s.
The girl I gave the membership to was named Andy. She drove all the way from West Virginia. She had an oxygen tube going up her nose, but was actually looking good and I didn't even see where the tube was going. I guess it was going down her collar. But I couldn't see any oxygen tank anywhere, so it must've been a really tiny one. It was like if Darth Vader had a cute sister.
The first time Sandi came back in from smoking at the TParty, she said she heard shots fired outside. Not just a few, either. Someone burned a whole magazine.
When I was in The Garden, when we first walked in I was standing at the top of the stairs talking for a bit. At the bottom of the stairs was the checkout counter for the basement area. I could see a man was behind the counter, but could only see a little bit of him. His head was obstructed by the upper floor as I looked down into the basement, and his legs were behind the counter, so I could only see his stomach. As I looked down the stairs for the first time, apparently the man saw me, too, and from his angle, my upper body was obstructed, too. But the man apparently wanted to see who the legs belonged to, because he very slowly ducked down and looked up at me. When we made eye contact I smiled and he stood back up pretty fast. He later came upstairs and kept telling me I had great legs. He's the one who got us free soda.
They had the best boots ever in there, but they only go up to size 10. You can't even order them in 11, and apparently they run small, too:
http://shop.sinfulshoes.com/leg-avenue-shoes-la426-bandit.aspx
The black girl who ended up taking our picture had really cute toes that I was staring at the whole time. She was wearing strappy sandals and had perfect little french tips. I also had french tips and peeking out the end of my sandals, but hers were much better looking. She said her friend did them. But the conversation with her was a little strange, because she was trying to act totally friendly and casual but was really just trying to get around to asking our sexuality and taking our picture.
And Sandi has the coolest car ever... A '69 Pontiac Grand Prix in perfect shape with the best paint -- a sparkly metallic flake fade on the roof, and a little topless pinup girl on the front quarter panel. I rode with her downtown between clubs. We got a few double and triple takes burning out from a couple redlights downtown. The huge muscle car with two girls in white with the feather boa blowing out the window was a hit!
Actually, guy Sandi is a big car nut and had just taken the car to a local show that afternoon.