I bumped into a few transsexual mentalists in tranny and fetish clubs.
They were all totally barking. I'm pretty sure they were all prozzies.
In hindsight I'd say they were all doing drugs
combined with cycling their hormones.
All totally barking.
This had a big affect on my self-perception. Along the way other cd/tv's
kept saying to me that I was Ts. {Which I identified as nutty people
such as above. And who I had zero in common} This went on and on from loads of random cd/tv's. But of course, I just went into a shell.
One day I was in the Philbeach bar on a tranny night when I started to chat to a ts called Annie. She was nothing like the other ts's. Anyway I'm all trannied up in a wig, makeup and trashy clothes. And we are chatting and she starts to slag off cd/tv's in the bar and cd/tv's in general. Which stuck me as bizarre. I pointed out this by saying "Isn't that a bit rude to say that to me?"
She looked at me and frowned and replied "Er, but you're not a tv"
then carried on nattering away about the world and stuff.
I denied it, again. But in slo-motion a penny dropped.
And I started to seriously work out where I was going in my life.
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