June 26, 2017

The Picture Says It All

By Joe

My new gym doesn’t have locker rooms, but I wish it did.

About Joe

I began my life in the South and for five years lived as a closeted teacher, but am now making a new life for myself as an oral historian in New England. I think my life will work out the way it was always meant to be. That doesn't mean there won't be ups and downs; that's all part of life. It means I just have to be patient. I feel like October 7, 2015 is my new birthday. It's a beginning filled with great hope. It's a second chance to live my life…not anyone else's. My profile picture is "David and Me," 2001 painting by artist Steve Walker. It happens to be one of my favorite modern gay art pieces. View all posts by Joe

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telcontarblog
June 26th, 2017 at 1:37 pm

This reminds me of going circa 1983 to a racquetball club in Cleveland with a lesbian friend who was a member. She told me where the locker room was so I could start changing while she paid. I walked into the locker room and saw a view quite like this. I thought “Wow are all the members here lesbians?” The woman had short hair and boyish figure and hairy legs. Luckily before ‘she’ turned around I realized no that’s not a masculine woman, that’s a MAN and I am in the wrong locker room. My dyslexia extends to directions so ‘top of the stairs turn left’ came out in my brain as turning right. I scooted fast. Imagine if I’d started to undress. Now it’s extra funny in retrospect as I was on testosterone myself–a few months into my first transition, but still ultra girly, and unlike now I couldn’t have simply claimed I ‘identified’ as a guy so belonged in the men’s locker room.

A decade and a half later in Frisco going to the Japanese spa on ‘ladies day’/Sundays I was in my second transition but could pass as either, and the place was full of Asian dykes who looked like boys from the neck up and from the back. The friend I went with was transitioning F to M and unlike me he quickly got so male looking facially–really male not masculine female–he stopped going. Again this was 1996 or so, and he felt self conscious even though he was still female bodied. So even in that most progressive and trans friendly city there were boundaries.

My ambiguity/androgyny was a plus in many situations including my ability when he and I went to the SM club I could get in free as a ‘lady’ and then with the hand stamp snuck into the guys’ side. Of course I couldn’t wander about nekkid as some people of both genders did–I had black leather jeans and a black studded shirt which was quite suitable in context :D. I always had fun with him but one time I went with another lesbian friend who didn’t believe me that I was a top/S and only a top, she annoyed me by trying to set up scenes like “You get on the rack” and I’m like “No, YOU get on the rack.” She also didn’t get even if I was a bottom//M I wouldn’t want to be topped by a woman!

My 70ish landlady thought I should become a femme Dom. Since as a guy I loved doing girl drag I had a leather skirt/bustier/spike heels outfit and long black wig that looked fantastic on me, and with makeup was not just passable as a girl but hot albeit in a Frank N Furterish way ;). However guys who bottom to women didn’t turn me on nor did being taken for a woman. Had I been creative I would simply have billed myself as an MTF Drag Dom. And I didn’t have a spare room to convert into a dungeon and was too paranoid to do out calls. I could have made more in an hour in one evening than working 8-10 hours at Donnelley. Yet another of the missed opportunities I’m famous for ;).

Ah, good times :D.

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