Monday, December 05, 2005
Gender Benders
Lately I have been fascinated by trans people. They seem to be coming at me from out of the woodwork. I am still confused about the term though, sometimes I refer to my favorite people as "she-males."
The first she-male I saw was at a Carol Queen party a few months ago that I attended on my own. They staged it at San Francisco's The Citadel, a BDSM club that I wrote about already in another column.
The party was well under way when in walks a group of rather nice-looking women. They were all tall, well-built, and one of them in particular caught my eye. She was gorgeous, her chest was nice sized and very natural looking. But her body looked quite strong, and she just had this energy about her that...well, your eyes just went right to this one.
Later as I watched them playing together on the main floor, I happened to see "her" from behind, fucking one of the lovely girls from behind. That's when I saw her nice-looking set of balls hanging down.
"Holy shit," I said to myself, in utter amazement. It's a she-male! I nearly lost it. No wonder I was picking up on the male energy. I was absolutely entranced.
Her name is Sara, and apparently she is quite a regular on this circuit. She and I exchange looks later in the evening. I am heading out, in my skimpy leather fetish outfit, and she's busying herself with another girl. I pause, she pauses, we make eye contact for the longest moment. Does she think I am a tranny perhaps? I look really lean and have muscular definition that could almost be a male body.
Later, I regret not going over and introducing myself. I should have, but this Sara seems to run non-stop throughout the evening. Catching her at a slow moment would be like finding time for a high tea onboard the Titanic before it goes down.
Next week I go onto Craigslist and post an ad looking for Sara. I am hooked. I would love to meet her again. I think I will, and probably soon.
The other trans person I have met recently is probably not deserving of the title. I believe he started life as a male, and that is still the case today. But I am not fully sure. There is a lot of confusion in my head about trans people, I am still sorting it out.
Hopefully I will get to know this one person better, his name is K. I met him at a party recently in the north bay. K was not there to play, he came to help out with the music that night. He is about my height, 5'6" or so, slim, with longish black hair and features that are a hybrid of asian mixes, mostly Filipino.
His manner was charming, I felt him to be an unusual person I wanted to talk with more. But as we conversed I found my mind moving back and forth, between male and female, female and male. Some moments I picked up definite male energy, other moments I could have sworn I was dealing with a woman.
The woman side won out. I finally settled - and rather easily, I thought - on K being female. Then someone else, male, tells me otherwise.
So at an opportune moment, I go up to K and apologize that I had thought him a female. He laughs, no problem at all.
K rides back with me and A into San Francisco. After we drop off A at the place he is staying, K and I can talk more freely.
"So, you're bisexual?" he inquires, to which I answer in the affirmative. K lives right around the corner from Osento, a funky women's bathhouse in the Mission District. I am headed there next. K bemoans the fact he cannot come in with me. Again, the reality hits me that THIS IS A MAN. I need reminding. I don't feel I am confused, I am just getting the lay of the land.
K tells me she is moving in this week with her girlfriend, who has a profile on Tribe.com. I go and check her out, she is small and dark too. They must cut a neat figure when they go out together.
The gender fluidity of K is mindblowing to me. I love it. I love it that I can move, from moment to moment, even within the same moment, from feeling she is male, to feeling she is female. In one continuous freeflowing circuitry of pure energy.
Am I going to see this person again? I hope so, we traded emails and spoke of getting together soon.
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The first she-male I saw was at a Carol Queen party a few months ago that I attended on my own. They staged it at San Francisco's The Citadel, a BDSM club that I wrote about already in another column.
The party was well under way when in walks a group of rather nice-looking women. They were all tall, well-built, and one of them in particular caught my eye. She was gorgeous, her chest was nice sized and very natural looking. But her body looked quite strong, and she just had this energy about her that...well, your eyes just went right to this one.
Later as I watched them playing together on the main floor, I happened to see "her" from behind, fucking one of the lovely girls from behind. That's when I saw her nice-looking set of balls hanging down.
"Holy shit," I said to myself, in utter amazement. It's a she-male! I nearly lost it. No wonder I was picking up on the male energy. I was absolutely entranced.
Her name is Sara, and apparently she is quite a regular on this circuit. She and I exchange looks later in the evening. I am heading out, in my skimpy leather fetish outfit, and she's busying herself with another girl. I pause, she pauses, we make eye contact for the longest moment. Does she think I am a tranny perhaps? I look really lean and have muscular definition that could almost be a male body.
Later, I regret not going over and introducing myself. I should have, but this Sara seems to run non-stop throughout the evening. Catching her at a slow moment would be like finding time for a high tea onboard the Titanic before it goes down.
Next week I go onto Craigslist and post an ad looking for Sara. I am hooked. I would love to meet her again. I think I will, and probably soon.
The other trans person I have met recently is probably not deserving of the title. I believe he started life as a male, and that is still the case today. But I am not fully sure. There is a lot of confusion in my head about trans people, I am still sorting it out.
Hopefully I will get to know this one person better, his name is K. I met him at a party recently in the north bay. K was not there to play, he came to help out with the music that night. He is about my height, 5'6" or so, slim, with longish black hair and features that are a hybrid of asian mixes, mostly Filipino.
His manner was charming, I felt him to be an unusual person I wanted to talk with more. But as we conversed I found my mind moving back and forth, between male and female, female and male. Some moments I picked up definite male energy, other moments I could have sworn I was dealing with a woman.
The woman side won out. I finally settled - and rather easily, I thought - on K being female. Then someone else, male, tells me otherwise.
So at an opportune moment, I go up to K and apologize that I had thought him a female. He laughs, no problem at all.
K rides back with me and A into San Francisco. After we drop off A at the place he is staying, K and I can talk more freely.
"So, you're bisexual?" he inquires, to which I answer in the affirmative. K lives right around the corner from Osento, a funky women's bathhouse in the Mission District. I am headed there next. K bemoans the fact he cannot come in with me. Again, the reality hits me that THIS IS A MAN. I need reminding. I don't feel I am confused, I am just getting the lay of the land.
K tells me she is moving in this week with her girlfriend, who has a profile on Tribe.com. I go and check her out, she is small and dark too. They must cut a neat figure when they go out together.
The gender fluidity of K is mindblowing to me. I love it. I love it that I can move, from moment to moment, even within the same moment, from feeling she is male, to feeling she is female. In one continuous freeflowing circuitry of pure energy.
Am I going to see this person again? I hope so, we traded emails and spoke of getting together soon.
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