| I had a lovely time on Saturday, celebrating my birthday with some dear friends. Its not actually for a few more days, but it was a case of trying to find a night which most people could make. And of course, this means I get to celebrate again next Saturday too! ;)
(I've now added a gallery with a few photos from the night.)
Normally my birthday's a pretty low key affair (apart from one year where my ex arranged a fabulous surprise party) but it really felt special this year. I had 4 small groups of friends who'd never met before, and it was a joy to see them all hit it off. It was really special as well, as my friends Emma, Todd and Donovon came up from London to see the sights of Leeds for the first time. And crikey, Leeds didn't know what had hit it, thats for sure!
The odd thing that happened on Saturday was that one of the clubs which I regularly go to had a completely different feel to it this week. It's normally very glamorous, and I'm usually in total awe of the beautiful, well dressed women there, but this week everyone seemed to be in jeans and t-shirts. And the men are usually very cool and don't react to me at all (its a totally mainstream straight club btw) but this week I had my bum groped at least a dozen times which I was totally gob smacked by. It's probably only happened twice in my life before Saturday, so it was a bit of a shock. I mean surely that's the kind of thing guys do when they're 13 not 35? Then again, perhaps it was just the one man following me around all night? lol
I do wonder about myself sometimes though, as I felt quite affronted by a guy at one point. He'd been hovering around my gay friends for quite some time when he suddenly made a bee line for me. Now I don't even like men, so he was on a hiding to nothing to start with. But it was blatantly obvious that he was attracted to my gay friends but was a bit nervous about the whole thing, so he'd decided that as I look like a girl then I'd be a happy compromise. His conscience would be clear, but he'd still be able to indulge his fantasy. You could almost see the gears turn as he came to this conclusion. Anyway, I was quite offended to be treated like some halfway house and sent him on his way with a flea in his ear. Cheeky sod! If someone wants to be with me, I'd like to believe that it's because they're attracted to me, not because they fancy my mate but daren't admit it!
Then there was the guy who wanted my trannie friend's phone number. He'd approached one of my male friends, who then tried to explain the situation to me. I was immediately suspicious and the conversation went something like this…
"But he hasn't spoken to her at all, so why on earth would she give him her phone number?"
"No, well he can't talk to her you see."
Oh bless, he must be shy. How sweet!
"...you see his girlfriend might see him."
For f**ks sake!
I've spent virtually all my adult life socialising with men, and yet I'm still surprised and bemused by some of my encounters with them. I sometimes wonder if their standards go out the window as they think we're only trannies and therefore don't really count, or whether they'd be such total dick heads with women too.
Anyway, it made me laugh that’s for sure! In fact, its fair to say that I spent most of the night laughing, and I've lots of awful pictures where I look like a horse (all mouth and teeth) to prove it!
A lovely evening, made extra special by the fabulous friends who where there.
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