A happy blog entry, just for a change!

As some of you may know, from a chatroom we often hang out in together, I've been having some really great breakthrough experiences lately! I've somehow made friends with a few of the staff of a local lesbian bar. Pretty good friends, too. I feel like I'm in a dream at times!

I'm a generation older than most of them, happily married, nonthreatening, noncompetitive and just seeking safety and comraderie. They've made it clear to me that I'm welcome to change clothes there, and have made accomodations for me. I'm the happy recipient of casual girlfriend greetings of hugs and cheek kisses, compliments on clothes and makeup, and wonderful conversation.

(Being able to change clothes somewhere is essential to me. I don't feel it's safe to let people in my immediate neighborhood in on my secret. It's a safety issue in a neighborhood that also has some rough people. I can do most of the prep at home, and hide it behind sunglasses and a hat until I get there, when I put on my boobs, clothes, jewelry, let my hair down, and do my lipstick to finish the job.)

Last week was outstanding! I changed there Tuesday and Thursday afternoon and hung out for a few hours. I made lots of friends. People would introduce themselves, or reciprocate when I introduced myself. I've never been quite so comfortable, or felt quite so accepted, in public among strangers. And I'm not limiting that statement to "when dressed en femme," I mean like, ever.

Friday, I took advantage of my weekly therapy session to do a quick-change beforehand in my therapist's bathroom. I'm not in therapy for being transgendered, by the way, As far as that goes, I'm a rather content crossdresser and know who I am. But, just for fun, in three years of therapy, I've shown up twice before crossdressed just to explore it further. This was the first time I showed up with the whole deal, including makeup and hair. She was beaming, very impressed, and quite complimentary. We had a great session, talking about the crossdressing mostly, and my desire and fears about going out in public. After the session, after saying I wished I could walk to the bar rather than change clothes, she volunteered to walk me over there through the neighborhood. I was her last session of the day, and she was heading in that general direction anyway to pick up some stuff for company. We walked about 3/8 of a mile outside, in daylight, without attracting any undue attention! She was clearly having fun with it, and I was, too.

That was a wonderful evening at the bar, too! I met more people, had more conversations, got more hugs.

Tuesday night is Poker Night. I learned about it last week, but didn't stay. This week, I showed up for the tail end of happy hour, and then signed up for the charity poker game. You just pay $15 to play and get $3000 in toy chips to play with. They have prizes for the top three players. I got wiped out pretty early, which makes sense, because I'm not a poker player! It was lots of fun, though. I had a few good hands, got to joke around a little with people, might have made a few more friends. I think my actual prize was fabulous, even though I lost at poker. I got to sit there at the table, and later at the bar shooting the breeze. Some four hours of being dressed, accepted, interacting and having fun. What a great evening! I'm going back next week!