The Transsexual Dilemma
Being transsexual is rife with challenges. This weekend I was invited to a luau/pool party at the house of a gay male couple. I met the guy that invited me on MySpace; he knows I am trans. After getting the OK, I invited my best friend, also a trans guy. He has MUCH more experience than me in the gay mens' scene. Saturday morning, plans all in place, I get a second notice about the party: an e-vite that is more specific, with the word NUDE capitalized. OK, dilemma. At that moment, I am thinking, "Is life interesting, or what!?" The dilemma, to spell it out, is two-fold: 1) since I "pass" so well, people don't know that I am trans, and a key assumption is made (that I have a bio-dick). To disclose or not to disclose?, and 2) since there is at least one other guy there that knows I am trans, how far do I go if the party gets crazy?
My friend and I discuss these issues in detail as we drive over to the house. Witnessing my nervousness was quite amusing. We walk into the party an hour and a half after the start, and the guy that invited me isn't there. (We find out later that he was there and left.) Thankfully, my buddy, bar-hopper extraordinaire that he is, knows one of the men sitting by the pool.
Only one guy, owner of the house, is naked at this point. We sit around, chatting, laughing, ogling for about half an hour. Then, one-by-one, swim trunks start coming off. Shift to same scene 30 mins later: The hot tub is holding 8 men, 5 hard-ons, with lots of sucking, stroking and pulling. Live-action porn right in front of my eyes. Now there's only 4 guys, me and my buddy included, that have pants on. The one that is sitting next to us, enjoying the voyeurism as much as us, gets up, goes inside, and comes back out a few minutes later sans pants. I lean over to my friend, "Dude, this is fun, but it doesn't look like the guy that invited me is coming back...ready to go?" As we walk towards the door, past the porn scene, and into the house, some guys smile and one says, "Leaving?" Me: "Yeah, the guy we came to meet left, and we've got another party to go to." (True, but not until hours later.) I head off to the bathroom, was gone for 2 minutes, and come back to find my friend by the front door, right next to a guy on his knees in front of a well-endowed guy who was obviously enjoying himself. The guy on his knees pauses, looks up, smiles, and says, "You sure you don't wanna stay? You're cute." We smile back, make some joke and a comment like, "Perhaps another time," and leave. We're walking to the car and my friend says, "Holy shit, dude." In my brief hiatus, he had his dick squeezed and nipple tugged on. Crazy party.
See the inherent dilemma?
FYI, my wife LOVED hearing this story and wanted all the details. An open relationship is a wonderful thing. Post-monogamy is widespread in Portland, as are the related polyamory and pansexuality. Fun.
More on The Transsexual Dilemma later.
My friend and I discuss these issues in detail as we drive over to the house. Witnessing my nervousness was quite amusing. We walk into the party an hour and a half after the start, and the guy that invited me isn't there. (We find out later that he was there and left.) Thankfully, my buddy, bar-hopper extraordinaire that he is, knows one of the men sitting by the pool.
Only one guy, owner of the house, is naked at this point. We sit around, chatting, laughing, ogling for about half an hour. Then, one-by-one, swim trunks start coming off. Shift to same scene 30 mins later: The hot tub is holding 8 men, 5 hard-ons, with lots of sucking, stroking and pulling. Live-action porn right in front of my eyes. Now there's only 4 guys, me and my buddy included, that have pants on. The one that is sitting next to us, enjoying the voyeurism as much as us, gets up, goes inside, and comes back out a few minutes later sans pants. I lean over to my friend, "Dude, this is fun, but it doesn't look like the guy that invited me is coming back...ready to go?" As we walk towards the door, past the porn scene, and into the house, some guys smile and one says, "Leaving?" Me: "Yeah, the guy we came to meet left, and we've got another party to go to." (True, but not until hours later.) I head off to the bathroom, was gone for 2 minutes, and come back to find my friend by the front door, right next to a guy on his knees in front of a well-endowed guy who was obviously enjoying himself. The guy on his knees pauses, looks up, smiles, and says, "You sure you don't wanna stay? You're cute." We smile back, make some joke and a comment like, "Perhaps another time," and leave. We're walking to the car and my friend says, "Holy shit, dude." In my brief hiatus, he had his dick squeezed and nipple tugged on. Crazy party.
See the inherent dilemma?
FYI, my wife LOVED hearing this story and wanted all the details. An open relationship is a wonderful thing. Post-monogamy is widespread in Portland, as are the related polyamory and pansexuality. Fun.
More on The Transsexual Dilemma later.
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