I am a "straight" white boy, pretty good looking and I have a dilemma. I love certain things about women, but I also love certain things about men. I feel most comfortable sexually and socially with Transgender people, but I don’t know where to meet someone to spend time with. I am not just interested in a hook-up, I want to meet someone to hang out with and have fun with. Where can I meet someone special?
Transgendered people are like wildflowers: sew your seeds in fertile ground, plop yourself down and wait; you’ll be surrounded in no time. Of course, then you’ll have to do your weeding, since there really aren’t that many "straight" white boys who are pretty good looking and interested in transsexuals. In my experience (and I must disavow that terrible rumor about my having had a sex change operation in the 1980s; that was gossiped about thanks to my hairdresser Irma, who was merely coveting Ivan, the Cuban hottie I was dating at the time - Irma is no longer my hairdresser, of course, and Ivan was deported to Havana where he was last seen doing it with the stableboy in Falcon’s "Cubes with Pubes," a video I spent much of the 90s worshipping until Samantha, my eighteen-year-old tabby, peed on it in a moment of petulant irritation) most of the (real) men who lust after transgendered persons smoke profusely, are named "Bob," play an inordinate amount of billiards and lack no small number of social skills. That, of course, is a generalization, but I’ve tended towards those ever since Mitt Romney ascended from the Olympics to Politics and proved that in fact, all assholes are full of shit.
But I digress. The point, my love, is that if you’re able-bodied, under 40 and reasonably attractive when you step into a transgender hang, you’ll attract more attention than if you stripped naked, smeared your body with honey and entered a beehive.