I've recently caught up with a lovely lady that I went to high school with. We've been sending emails back and forth for a while now. She recently informed me that I'm her only transgender friend.
I get that a lot.
When I'm on stage, I realize that I'm the first transsexual that most of the audience have ever seen in real life. There aren't a lot of us out there...certainly not enough to go around. It's quite a responsibility and I take my role seriously. I sometimes tell my audiences that now that they can see I'm not to be feared, they can join in the fun. They can now hang out at their water coolers or lunch rooms (or whatever the hell you breeders do during the day) and they can say, "Oh yeah. I'm cool. I'm with it. I even know a real transsexual...or trans-person. That's what we hipsters call them." Or you can punk your friends now by saying, "You see that chick over there? You think she's hot? Ha! She's really a dude. Yer a faggot!"
But be aware...although we are fabulous beasts, we have no pot of gold and swimming in our blood does not make you invulnerable. The most we could do for you is possibly validate your parking.
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