April 22, 2012 Leave a comment
I work for an LGBT bookstore/adult novelty shop in Atlanta. I was hired to work on their inventory management but also as a way to add representation for the trans community in a traditionally Gay area that is dominated by small, fit attractive young white males. There is nothing inherently wrong with pretty young twinks being everywhere. I like that they have an area to go to where they can be themselves with no need to feign hetero-normative behavior. The thing is that Atlanta is awesome because of it’s diverse LGBT community. There is really only one bar in the city where noses are in the air and you will be ignored unless you look like you just walked off a photo shoot. All of the rest are super casual and welcoming. I’ve partied with the Bears at the Atlanta Eagle, the Country guys at the Heratic and even with the more “urban” set at Bulldogs. While I’ve gotten my share of ignorant questions, there has never been any malice thrown my way.
The thing that I find the most surprising about the community’s attitude towards me is that Gay men have a bigger problem with my Gender expression than Lesbians have with my male physiology. I am extremely early in my transition. The only treatment that I have undergone is psychological counseling, so I am 100% physically male at the present. Now, this would make one, or at least me, think that a Gay man would be more interested in me than a Lesbian woman since how I view myself would be little more than background noise once the clothes come off but It seems that Gender Identity counts for quite a bit more than one would expect. Inversely, most Lesbians that I speak to view my body as little more than details. Yes, while things are by no means perfect for me, I am very blessed to live in a place like this. In fact, the more I write, the more mundane, I realize that my life must sound but like my previous post, I am giving an outline. There will be plenty of time later to go into my brushes with the BDSM community, my dating attempts or even the 21” forearm dildo that we sell at work (complete with hand). My entries will be a nice mix of Gaming rants, musical snobbery and real life bullshit. I’ll try and avoid the sob stories of fucked up childhoods that are always plastered all over the testimonies of other Trannys as I really think that everyone gets to adulthood differently and what really matters is how you go to war with the army you got.