A couple of weeks ago, I was privileged to attend a function in central London, which was also attended by a number of transgendered women and, in one case, by her SO. The venue was packed with revellers, but during the course of the evening, I got a chance to speak with all but two of the TG women, and with the SO.
Some general observations:
I clocked all but one of the TG women at the outset. The one who was the most passable had me confused for most of the evening, even though I was aware that there was something different about her. She was the slightest of them, in frame, which may provide some sort of explanation. Also, her make-up and wig were both natural and age appropriate.
The first person with whom I spoke, was sitting on her own. She seemed shy, but was easy to talk with. Up close, I was impressed with her dress sense and the quality of her make-up. It blended perfectly with her natural skin colour. She made no effort to disguise her voice, either! We conversed for some time. At one point, I went to the loo and on my way back, another guest asked if she was my wife. She was that passable. I told her from the outset that I cross dress and she asked me in a kind of roundabout way, if I was underdressed. I admitted that I was not and gave her the three reasons why this was the case.
The next serious conversation I had, which is of no relevance to this thread, was a long and interesting one with a hetero couple who were both my age. Even though we were born and raised on different continents, we had so much in common and conversed for quite a while.
Later, I had a somewhat briefer conversation with two other TG women who were clearly together. They were both brash and “out there” in a refreshing way. Their make-up was not very subtle, even garish. The more outspoken of the two made a point of telling me that she was wearing a dress which was both her best one and the most demure, being knee-length. Her companion added that she usually wore outfits which were much more revealing. She was also wearing her favourite and most expensive stockings and shoes. It was a fashionable event, after all. Again, neither of them bothered to disguise their voices. It seems that the two of them often socialise together. They were a huge hit with the other guests, who seemed to know them well and treated them as friends.
Late in the evening I got a chance to talk with the SO of yet another TG woman. I complimented her on her acceptance of her SO and was floored by her rejoinder.
“He is still my husband, regardless of how he is dressed.” That effectively ended the TG discussion and we quickly found a number of other topics which were of mutual interest to us. Forty-five minutes later we were still deep in conversation, when the owner of the venue announced that they were closing. I was glad of the timely reminder, as I got to the tube station whilst the Central line was still operating. I got home shortly after 1 am, having had a wonderful and interesting evening.
Hats off, then, to the people concerned for simply being themselves, and not trying to emulate someone else. Hats off, too, to all the guests, for their easy-going acceptance of these great ladies. And kudos to the couple who were our hosts, for organising such a marvellous and entertaining evening. I look forward to the next one.
