Sunday, June 26, 2011


When I first came out and faced the world as the woman that I am I noticed other girls would sort of, cling, to me. And every now and then when I meet new people and they realize I'm transsexual some of the girls will become quite...enthusiastic.

What I quickly realized was - They thought of me as a gay man. They seemed hopeful of a Will and Grace type relationship developing between us. I guess those hags thought they had finally found their very own fag...until they realized I wasn't checking out the guy at the bar, I was checking out his girlfriend.

Sometimes I act a little exaggeratedly feminine. Because it's fun. And I do seem to 'pass' a little better somehow. When I do get into these, moods, I notice some girls, usually acquaintances, kinda slip into the hag space a little bit and start acting a little, familiar. Maybe not quite getting into the whole fag hag territory but a little more intense than our established "I've met you like 3 times, I like your hair" relationship.

Maybe I'm wrong, maybe there can be a successful lesbian tranny/hag relationship similar to the fag/hag relationship. But I'm pretty sure the dynamic would be a little different between a girl and her lesbian tranny than a girl and her gay.

What do you think...can a trans-hag exist?

PS. my mum has noticed girls with this behaviour around me and asked if lesbian trans-girls could actually have a "hag" in their life (yes. she loves Will and Grace, well, Jack and Karen). I couldn't really I'm asking you guys!

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Getting Hope

When I was younger, for various reasons, I didn't trust the police. At some point I even hated them. So, from the age of about 7 or 8 I trusted almost no one. Until I was about 20...

At this time of my life I was still drunk and high. On this particular morning it was my day off so I was sleeping in. Until I heard a massive
and the yelling voices of people running through my house. Before I could figure out what anyone was saying or what the hell that noise was...or even pull the covers off myself. My door flew open with two men pointing guns at me yelling all sorts of stuff I couldn't comprehend at that stage. Next thing I knew I was on the ground with my hands being cuffed behind my back with the police asking if there was anyone else in the room or anywhere else in the house. Specifically a little girl about 5 years old...

Apparently someone had anonymously called the police saying a little girl had been dragged into my house fighting and screaming. Later I found out it was an angry ex of mine that made that call (I attract the crazies). The most important thing I eventually learned about this event was that about 10 minutes after my ex made that call, I was already in handcuffs being questioned by the police. As I was laying there contorted on the ground. Hands cuffed with guns pointing at me. Police storming my house searching for some poor little girl...all I could do was smile. For the first time in my life I saw the police doing something right. They didn't hesitate for a second when they thought an innocent child was in danger. They were willing to do anything in their power to make sure they got to her before any harm could be done.

The first thing I did when they un-cuffed me was shake their hands and thank them for what they did...they gave me hope! (also broken doors and a few bruises)