July 2004
13/07/04 - It's funny how life seems to work with you instead of against, but then there's always 'payback' time... read on.
Last week a girl called tracey left a message in my Guestbook saying that if ever I was in Leeds why didn't we go out. Talk about timing! I emailed her to say I'd be on a course in Leeds the following week and if she was game how about a night out.
Arrangements were made, and we went to the Old Red Lion (no doubt some readers will know of this popular quiz night at a regular T-Girl venue). Anyway, Tracey bumped into quite a few friends she hadn't seen in a long time and we had a very pleasant evening. We didn't win the quiz, but who cares?
Did I mention payback?
16/07/04 - I finished my course, and being Friday thought Tracey and I could go out for a meal and then onto the Birdcage Nightclub.
Tracey's daughter and boyfriend were going to come too, but Claire had had a very early start so they decided against it - shame as she's a very bubbly girl, and a really girly girl so I'm sure we'd have had a great time.
And she's in my good books, coz she reckoned I had more style than she did - OK, so I'm a sucker for flattery!
In the end Tracey and I went to an Italian Restaurant (the name of which I can't remember, sorry) and had a nice but unspectacular meal.
The entertain was quite good though, there was a Hen Night party going on at one of the other tables.
I think we were also getting sideways glances from one or two of the other tables, but everyone was cool, and the staff very courteous.
When we finally left we were escorted to the door and the waiter said he hoped we'd return soon.
We walked round to the Birdcage, and were let in for free, but then we went and spoilt it all by lashing out on a photo as a momento of the night, so they got their money back - they must know what we T-Girls are like!
I found the club didn't live up to my expectations, it was much bigger than I'd expected, and we were the only T-Girls in the place. Didn't think much to the Drag act even though there were about six of them - all the usual numbers, nothing new, nothing original.
So, with a long drive back home for me, we called it a night. I dropped Tracey off and didn't bother changing as everyone at home would be asleep by the time I got back in the early hours - and my wife knows and is happy with me going out.
Anyway I got home, parked the car, the outside light comes on, I go in, close the door - so far so good.
I turn round and notice a figure at the top of the stairs. My wife and daughters are all about the same height, so I say, "Is that you, Carol?" - no answer. I walk down the hallway and as I do so this person comes down the stairs, I pause and look through the banister rails, but still can't tell who it is. I disappear into the downstairs toilet, open the door to see if anyone comes down the hallway, but no one does.
I change out of girly clothes, put them in a carrier-bag I had with me, and of course remove all make-up. I go upstairs to find my wife is just about awake, so I ask her if she'd been to the top of the stairs... answer, "No".
Eldest daughter is at a sleepover, which only leaves the youngest daughter (11). My wife asks me whatever possessed me to come home dressed, and I explain I wasn't expecting a reception committee at that time in the morning.
Now, my youngest daughter has been going through a bit of the teenage attitude phase, you know, stroppy, cheeky etc., but I feel she's also been resentful at the amount of time I spend in front of a computer, which is my livlihood, and the consequent lack of time with the family; this I feel has come across in her attitude towards me.
Next day she's wanting to climb all over me, giving me hugs, and even kissing me goodnight, which she'd stopped doing a while back.
Since then she's made a remark about me not knowing what a bra feels like to wear, as in, "would you?". Also, comments like "Why don't you wax your legs?".
My wife and I have discussed what we should say if our daughter were to ask me straight if I was a tranny. I don't want to say anything, but if asked a direct question don't want to lie either. My wife feels our daughter is at an awkward age, and we shouldn't say anything, but exactly how you do that when asked a direct question? I really don't know.
BTW, at the time I was wearing a summer beige dress, which came just below the knee, matching jacket, gold neckless with pendant, pretty bracelet, sunglasses (keeps the hair out of my eyes). Cream t-bar sandals, 2.5" heels.
Only time will tell, and I'll just have to see what develops...