The weather was cool that day. I was on my way to Naimie's, LA's two story makeup palace, so I wore them out of the shop and over to Naimie's. As I walked across Naimie's parking lot, in a black miniskirt and The Boots, several ladies smiled at me. That "what a nice boy!" smile. OK, I was read. It felt good, to tell the truth.
And that's when it hit me. I'm proud of being a tranny! Not the label--I could care less about that. But I'm proud of my friends in this community. They're the nicest people I've ever found. I'm really accepted here, by large numbers of people, for keeps. For the first time in my life. It feels good.
So I identify very much with the T community. It's a source of pride to be one of all of this.
I don't have many opportunites like that, where I can proudly proclaim my transgenderedness and it's totally cool. Most places, like for most of us, the object is to pass--for our own safety, for professionalism at work, to set a reverential tone at church, and so on. So I savor the chance to be wild, when I get it.
The Boots will get their next wearing this morning. My sweetie and I will be doing what married couples are supposed to do. Lovin'. She is flattered when I wear something sexy for her, and she usually reciprocates. So I'll team the boots up with my black tee shirt dress. It's actually a tee shirt a couple sizes too big and too long. So it's a perfect length for intimacy.
And then, if I go to the informal TG support group that meets every Monday night in Long Beach, I may wear The Boots again, over tight jeans, just to say I'm proud to be a Tranny.