Jules and I were having diner with several other couples, none of which know about me cding, when two other males started talking trash about "trannies." They said something stupid, and all of us at the table laughed, myself included. It wasn't until about an hour or so later that I felt pretty sick to my stomach. I justified my behavior quite a bit but still knew that it was wrong on numerous levels. I vowed to never allow myself to do that again.
Sure enough a few months later we were all having dinner again, and again they brought up "trannies" walking the streets of Belmont Shore in Long Beach. They said something stupid again, and this time I said "Hey guys, don't forget that the cross dressers that you are talking about are men, who could probably still kick your ass." They looked at me, and changed the topic. Never again have they brought up the topic in my presence.
It is tough to be the sole voice in a sea of differing opinions, but to me I decided I can't live with myself unless I do so.
Bimini1 - only you can decide what you should have done, or if what you did do was the right choice.
