Before I go anywhere or do anything, I would like to take a few lines to talk seriously about the topic that Emma Vosicky captured in her most insightful poem last month entitled “It’s All the Wives’ Fault”. In a very few lines, Emma reminded us that we often disguise our own fears by blaming others, particularly our spouses, for holding us back. And this made me think. Do I view my wife this way?
I must admit to having had thoughts along these lines. I have thought that if I were not with my wife, I would certainly be using hormones and possibly giving serious thought to surgery. However, I would like to stand up and say very clearly that my wife is not holding me back. The truth of the matter is that she is now, has been for many years, and will continue to be my very best friend and my true soul mate. It is extremely difficult for me to imagine my life without her.
We all know that life is full of trade-offs. While my wife is content (in a bemused and somewhat bewildered way) with me expressing the feminine part of my soul a few nights a week, she would not be able to live with me as a full-time woman. She has gamely accepted removal of body hair (which I have always hated), but the more significant body changes associated with hormones would be too much for her. So, this is my choice. I choose to be happy and content as a part-time girl. I am frequently envious of my friends who are making the changes that I too would like to make. But in the end, I know that being with my wife and sharing the very special love that we have, that is the right choice for me. I make it freely and with great joy.
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We now return you to your regularly scheduled ramble with Greer.
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We recently made a Tuesday night visit to Hunters for no particularly reason. I only mention it because Christine showed up, and she decided to hoist me up on one of the “strut your stuff” blocks that are in the middle of the dance floor. Of course being a Tuesday night, no one was dancing. Nevertheless, there I was, just like a Go-Go girl (albeit a bit longer in the tooth). Naturally we had fun taking pictures. With luck, my wonderful editor will include some for your amusement.
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The first Thursday of the month found a small group of us at Rock Bottom Brewery in Naperville. Seated next to us in the bar area was a group of half a dozen guys who had apparently just been to see Iron Man 2. We decided not to interact with them directly because (1) they had apparently been drinking for a while before we got there, (2) the testosterone level at their table seemed to be fairly high, and (3) several of them had Iron Man 2 masks. Fortunately there was no difficulty at all. Actually the masks were pretty cool! I think I would have had trouble drinking my cosmo while wearing one though.
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The big night for the month was the “Dirty Thirty” birthday party for our gorgeous GG (or ciswoman if you prefer) friend Nina from The Melting Pot in Schaumburg. This was to be a three-phase evening and it turned out to include some new and exciting experiences for us. By the way, when I say “us”, I am again referring to Sarah, that droll, English rose with whom I have shared so many adventures in the past few months. She has become pretty much impervious to my efforts to push her into new and possibly uncomfortable situations en femme. Nevertheless, I find her remarkably fun to be with, especially since she seems to actually find my quirky sense of humor amusing (poor deluded girl).
So on with the “Dirty Thirty” party. Have you ever wanted to try bowling in a skirt? Well we did, and this was our chance. The starting venue for the evening was the Lucky Strike Lanes in the River North section of Chicago. I knew that I did not want to wimp out and wear jeans or capris or even (shudder) a “skort”. What can I say. You know I am a bit of a tramp. If there was not at least a chance that my panties would show, what good was it? However, not being enough of a tramp to be too blatant, I left the tight miniskirt for a later time and wore a looser skirt that was just above the knee. Unfortunately, we did not get around to our obligatory “outfit photos” until after I had changed into the tight miniskirt for part 2 of the evening, so you will just have to take my word for the fact that I was actually wearing a fairly modest skirt. Sure, scoff if you like, but I do own such garments. They can be found waaaaayyyy in the back of the closet, with all the dust on them.
Arrival at the bowling alley was great fun. Parking was 2 blocks away, and we had to run the gauntlet of happy, Saturday night, Chicago people who had emerged from their normal weekday, inward focused, tunnelvision, and were actually noticing other people. The were also not yet sufficiently inebriated to be unable to focus on us. Nevertheless, while the eyes of many were upon us (admiring our grace and beauty no doubt), I did not detect even a shred of negativity.
It turns out that Lucky Strike shares a building with an AMC theater. The bowling alley is on the second floor as is the ticket and refreshment counter for the movie theater. The ground floor seemed to house mainly telephone booths, escalators, and had lots of room for young people to hang around waiting to get picked up and to watch trannies come and go. We went up the escalator behind a pair of teenage girls who seemed to be having trouble making up their minds about us. As much as I enjoy striking up conversations in such situations, I was reluctant in this case due to their young age. So I contented myself with a pleasant smile. Behind us on the escalator there was a group of teenage boys, one of whom seemed to have decided to lay down and rest on the way up. I did feel a bit exposed from that angle in my knee-length skirt, but it probably would have been more fun for the young lad if I had worn the tight mini. Ah, it brings back memories from my own past. Hanging around the escalator waiting for girls to ascend wearing miniskirts. Yes dear friends, I was a young pervert. Now I am older. Still a pervert of course, but older.
On the second floor we departed from the theater crowd and approached the upscale bowling emporium that is Lucky Strike Lanes. The friendly hostess quickly gave us directions to find Nina’s party, and we found ourselves walking past a dozen busy pool tables. Ah, now there is another game just made for t-girls wearing short skirts who have exhibitionistic tendencies (like moi)! But no pool for us that night. In spite of the many “come hither” looks on the faces of the dudes we passed playing pool (or were those “what the heck?” looks), we had a date with bowling balls, and of course, those ever so sexy bowling shoes.
We were warmly received by Nina and her family and friends, and we quickly determined that we were the only representatives of the t-community in attendance.
In fact, apart from the cocktail servers in their adorable cheerleader type skirts (where can I get one?), we were the only ones in skirts. As usual, the ciswomen were all in jeans or pants. Of course in choosing to wear skirts (even knee length) we really were not intending to blend in were we.
As befits a bowling alley, our first stop was for a drink, and then it was off for bowling shoes. The big question in my mind was how to request an appropriate size. Do I just request my ladies show size and trust that the clerk will be dazzled by my feminine charms and automatically give me ladies shoes? Or, do I save him the uncertainty and specify “ladies size 11”. Or, do I completely captitulate and ask for by men’s size. Actually, asking for a men’s size was really out of the question because I was not about to wear men’s shoes and spoil my whole outfit! So I decided to be trusting and just asked for size 11. Damn, it was a man’s size 11. Fortunately, it turns out that the shoes were unisex, with both men’s and ladies sizes shown. Like many others queued up, I only had to ask for a smaller size and all was well. No harm, no foul (OMG, did I just make a sports reference? Please forgive me. It must have been the setting).
Properly shod, we proceeded to pick out our balls. Yes, I know, but let us just leave that particular herring lying on the ground shall we?
At this point, I need to backtrack on one small point of my tale. When we were invited to Nina’s bowling party, I was certainly enthusiastic about my chance to wear a skirt while bowling. Sarah on the other hand was ecstatic. It turns out that she has been a very accomplished bowler, including a high game of 295 or 298 (that is nearly perfect for all you non-bowlers). For me, on the rare occasion when I try my luck, breaking 100 is always my goal. Sometimes I do, sometimes I do not. I think I managed to bowl 170 at some time in the very dim past, but I claim nothing but luck for that score.
On this particular night for me, it was all about the outfit, and having a fun time. Sarah wanted to pull down a big score, even if she had to sacrifice her beautifully manicured nails to do it. I think I threw 4 gutter balls in the first 5 frames, and when I managed to knock down some pins, I was completely unable to pick up a spare. After she settled into her groove, Sarah was throwing a mixture of good and so-so. After 2 frames she moved into the lead and stayed there. Until the tenth frame. I finally managed to throw a spare in the ninth. And then I stepped up and threw a turkey in the tenth. That would be three strikes in a row. Final score for Greer,127. Dear Sarah, well it was something less than that. And she broke a nail. Very sad.
*****
The second phase of our evening was to be drinks at Hub 51. More specifically, at Sub 51 which is a semi-private club in the basement. This place was packed to the rafters with “beautiful people” most of whom seemed to be a lot younger than me, have a whole lot more money than me, and to be at least an eight on a ten-point scale. I had changed into a new tiered miniskirt from Express and some hot silver stiletto heels, but I knew I was not in the same fashion league as this crowd.
There was a bachelorette party going on, and it would have been a great opportunity for some fun outreach. Alas, the music was much too loud to communicate, so effective outreach (and/or muggle baiting) just was not possible. So the high point was when Nina and friends claimed some space in front of the DJ and broke into some great dancing. They were great, but I must admit to being unable to keep up. So, playing my old age card (honestly acquired I might add), we called it a night and left the marvelous Nina and her friends to close the place down.
*****
The final phase of the evening was unplanned, and fairly uneventful. Rather than just head for home, Sarah and I decided that a final drink was called for. We hoped for someplace quiet where we could chat and laugh and enjoy recalling a fun evening. Somehow that turned into a visit to Temptations. We just had one Gin and Tonic, which took on a beautiful blue glow under the at the bar. The music was still too loud for talking, so we did not hang around for more. But we decided that a return trip is definitely called for. Hopefully one that includes the free drinks that we heard were being poured for t-girls by the owner who is trying to win us back.
*****
Well, that is it for this month. I hope to see you all at Be All. If you find the time, please look me up.
*****
Hugs,Greer
*****
Thoughts? Comments? Suggestions? Please send to me at greercd@hotmail.com.
I must admit to having had thoughts along these lines. I have thought that if I were not with my wife, I would certainly be using hormones and possibly giving serious thought to surgery. However, I would like to stand up and say very clearly that my wife is not holding me back. The truth of the matter is that she is now, has been for many years, and will continue to be my very best friend and my true soul mate. It is extremely difficult for me to imagine my life without her.
We all know that life is full of trade-offs. While my wife is content (in a bemused and somewhat bewildered way) with me expressing the feminine part of my soul a few nights a week, she would not be able to live with me as a full-time woman. She has gamely accepted removal of body hair (which I have always hated), but the more significant body changes associated with hormones would be too much for her. So, this is my choice. I choose to be happy and content as a part-time girl. I am frequently envious of my friends who are making the changes that I too would like to make. But in the end, I know that being with my wife and sharing the very special love that we have, that is the right choice for me. I make it freely and with great joy.
*****
We now return you to your regularly scheduled ramble with Greer.
*****
We recently made a Tuesday night visit to Hunters for no particularly reason. I only mention it because Christine showed up, and she decided to hoist me up on one of the “strut your stuff” blocks that are in the middle of the dance floor. Of course being a Tuesday night, no one was dancing. Nevertheless, there I was, just like a Go-Go girl (albeit a bit longer in the tooth). Naturally we had fun taking pictures. With luck, my wonderful editor will include some for your amusement.*****
The first Thursday of the month found a small group of us at Rock Bottom Brewery in Naperville. Seated next to us in the bar area was a group of half a dozen guys who had apparently just been to see Iron Man 2. We decided not to interact with them directly because (1) they had apparently been drinking for a while before we got there, (2) the testosterone level at their table seemed to be fairly high, and (3) several of them had Iron Man 2 masks. Fortunately there was no difficulty at all. Actually the masks were pretty cool! I think I would have had trouble drinking my cosmo while wearing one though.
*****
The big night for the month was the “Dirty Thirty” birthday party for our gorgeous GG (or ciswoman if you prefer) friend Nina from The Melting Pot in Schaumburg. This was to be a three-phase evening and it turned out to include some new and exciting experiences for us. By the way, when I say “us”, I am again referring to Sarah, that droll, English rose with whom I have shared so many adventures in the past few months. She has become pretty much impervious to my efforts to push her into new and possibly uncomfortable situations en femme. Nevertheless, I find her remarkably fun to be with, especially since she seems to actually find my quirky sense of humor amusing (poor deluded girl).
So on with the “Dirty Thirty” party. Have you ever wanted to try bowling in a skirt? Well we did, and this was our chance. The starting venue for the evening was the Lucky Strike Lanes in the River North section of Chicago. I knew that I did not want to wimp out and wear jeans or capris or even (shudder) a “skort”. What can I say. You know I am a bit of a tramp. If there was not at least a chance that my panties would show, what good was it? However, not being enough of a tramp to be too blatant, I left the tight miniskirt for a later time and wore a looser skirt that was just above the knee. Unfortunately, we did not get around to our obligatory “outfit photos” until after I had changed into the tight miniskirt for part 2 of the evening, so you will just have to take my word for the fact that I was actually wearing a fairly modest skirt. Sure, scoff if you like, but I do own such garments. They can be found waaaaayyyy in the back of the closet, with all the dust on them.
Arrival at the bowling alley was great fun. Parking was 2 blocks away, and we had to run the gauntlet of happy, Saturday night, Chicago people who had emerged from their normal weekday, inward focused, tunnelvision, and were actually noticing other people. The were also not yet sufficiently inebriated to be unable to focus on us. Nevertheless, while the eyes of many were upon us (admiring our grace and beauty no doubt), I did not detect even a shred of negativity.
It turns out that Lucky Strike shares a building with an AMC theater. The bowling alley is on the second floor as is the ticket and refreshment counter for the movie theater. The ground floor seemed to house mainly telephone booths, escalators, and had lots of room for young people to hang around waiting to get picked up and to watch trannies come and go. We went up the escalator behind a pair of teenage girls who seemed to be having trouble making up their minds about us. As much as I enjoy striking up conversations in such situations, I was reluctant in this case due to their young age. So I contented myself with a pleasant smile. Behind us on the escalator there was a group of teenage boys, one of whom seemed to have decided to lay down and rest on the way up. I did feel a bit exposed from that angle in my knee-length skirt, but it probably would have been more fun for the young lad if I had worn the tight mini. Ah, it brings back memories from my own past. Hanging around the escalator waiting for girls to ascend wearing miniskirts. Yes dear friends, I was a young pervert. Now I am older. Still a pervert of course, but older.
On the second floor we departed from the theater crowd and approached the upscale bowling emporium that is Lucky Strike Lanes. The friendly hostess quickly gave us directions to find Nina’s party, and we found ourselves walking past a dozen busy pool tables. Ah, now there is another game just made for t-girls wearing short skirts who have exhibitionistic tendencies (like moi)! But no pool for us that night. In spite of the many “come hither” looks on the faces of the dudes we passed playing pool (or were those “what the heck?” looks), we had a date with bowling balls, and of course, those ever so sexy bowling shoes.
We were warmly received by Nina and her family and friends, and we quickly determined that we were the only representatives of the t-community in attendance.
In fact, apart from the cocktail servers in their adorable cheerleader type skirts (where can I get one?), we were the only ones in skirts. As usual, the ciswomen were all in jeans or pants. Of course in choosing to wear skirts (even knee length) we really were not intending to blend in were we.As befits a bowling alley, our first stop was for a drink, and then it was off for bowling shoes. The big question in my mind was how to request an appropriate size. Do I just request my ladies show size and trust that the clerk will be dazzled by my feminine charms and automatically give me ladies shoes? Or, do I save him the uncertainty and specify “ladies size 11”. Or, do I completely captitulate and ask for by men’s size. Actually, asking for a men’s size was really out of the question because I was not about to wear men’s shoes and spoil my whole outfit! So I decided to be trusting and just asked for size 11. Damn, it was a man’s size 11. Fortunately, it turns out that the shoes were unisex, with both men’s and ladies sizes shown. Like many others queued up, I only had to ask for a smaller size and all was well. No harm, no foul (OMG, did I just make a sports reference? Please forgive me. It must have been the setting).
Properly shod, we proceeded to pick out our balls. Yes, I know, but let us just leave that particular herring lying on the ground shall we?
At this point, I need to backtrack on one small point of my tale. When we were invited to Nina’s bowling party, I was certainly enthusiastic about my chance to wear a skirt while bowling. Sarah on the other hand was ecstatic. It turns out that she has been a very accomplished bowler, including a high game of 295 or 298 (that is nearly perfect for all you non-bowlers). For me, on the rare occasion when I try my luck, breaking 100 is always my goal. Sometimes I do, sometimes I do not. I think I managed to bowl 170 at some time in the very dim past, but I claim nothing but luck for that score.
On this particular night for me, it was all about the outfit, and having a fun time. Sarah wanted to pull down a big score, even if she had to sacrifice her beautifully manicured nails to do it. I think I threw 4 gutter balls in the first 5 frames, and when I managed to knock down some pins, I was completely unable to pick up a spare. After she settled into her groove, Sarah was throwing a mixture of good and so-so. After 2 frames she moved into the lead and stayed there. Until the tenth frame. I finally managed to throw a spare in the ninth. And then I stepped up and threw a turkey in the tenth. That would be three strikes in a row. Final score for Greer,127. Dear Sarah, well it was something less than that. And she broke a nail. Very sad.
*****
The second phase of our evening was to be drinks at Hub 51. More specifically, at Sub 51 which is a semi-private club in the basement. This place was packed to the rafters with “beautiful people” most of whom seemed to be a lot younger than me, have a whole lot more money than me, and to be at least an eight on a ten-point scale. I had changed into a new tiered miniskirt from Express and some hot silver stiletto heels, but I knew I was not in the same fashion league as this crowd.There was a bachelorette party going on, and it would have been a great opportunity for some fun outreach. Alas, the music was much too loud to communicate, so effective outreach (and/or muggle baiting) just was not possible. So the high point was when Nina and friends claimed some space in front of the DJ and broke into some great dancing. They were great, but I must admit to being unable to keep up. So, playing my old age card (honestly acquired I might add), we called it a night and left the marvelous Nina and her friends to close the place down.
*****
The final phase of the evening was unplanned, and fairly uneventful. Rather than just head for home, Sarah and I decided that a final drink was called for. We hoped for someplace quiet where we could chat and laugh and enjoy recalling a fun evening. Somehow that turned into a visit to Temptations. We just had one Gin and Tonic, which took on a beautiful blue glow under the at the bar. The music was still too loud for talking, so we did not hang around for more. But we decided that a return trip is definitely called for. Hopefully one that includes the free drinks that we heard were being poured for t-girls by the owner who is trying to win us back.
*****
Well, that is it for this month. I hope to see you all at Be All. If you find the time, please look me up.
*****
Hugs,Greer
*****
Thoughts? Comments? Suggestions? Please send to me at greercd@hotmail.com.
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