Proud

So we went off Proud City on Saturday night, a friends birthday which started as a group of ten but turned into a group of eight due to illness. Aaaanyway I thought mmm, City of London, wanker bankers and more money than sense which was right and wrong at the same time. The upshot was I elected not to 'dress'. A good decision as I would have been the only 'trans' and I was seated with my back to the stage runway less than a foot away which would have guaranteed me being dragged onstage. A lovely meal and all things considerd not too expensive as it was a Groupon offer at £29 each. I must admit burlesque is not really my thing, yes it is entertaining but its just not me. That said the young lady with the hula-hoops was excellent but my personal highlight was the compere, Joe Morose, funny, witty and a great voice, luckily he was onstage in total more than anyone else. The crowd was surprisingly well behaved especially as it consisted mainly of hen nights, must have been six of them. It gladened my heart to see so many real girls struggling to cope in heels before they got to the drink let alone after and as for appropriate dress to their size, mmmmm perhaps not.



Sunday saw Stephanie over for some photo'sthen off to Brent Cross. Poor Steph, she realised her outfit error too late, a little too short and flimsy, ooop, or she said to me, if I do this again tell me not to.

Friday the thirteenth

So my dears with the wife out at Proud Cabaret we thought we wold take ourselves out for dinner. Not too far, a nice little Italian a short drive away where we stuffed ourselves silly, in fact I had to have a slice of Stephanie's pizza or she would never have got it finished ! Well it was a nice way to round off a productive day, loads of pictures done but I wasn't really in the mood to do any of myself.
I know that the more we go out the odds are shortening that we will encounter a 'problem' but to date we have encountered none. Perhaps its where we live, perhaps its where we go, perhaps its the way we dress, perhaps its our confidence in ourselves but day or night we live the life, girlie to our core. It is impossible to convey what it means to do this to anyone. To be who you want to be, to be who you know you were meant to be. Is it exciting? No. Does it get the adrenaline pumping? No. Is it a turn on? No. it just feels............ right. We do not ask a lot, just treat us as people. If you do not approve then just ignore us, if you support us then say something, we don't bite. If you can't bring yourself to use female epithets then don't use any, its not difficult.