I suppose that I shouldn't be such a grumpy old dwarf.  People make well-intentioned suggestions and I, almost immediately, think someone might be trying to tell me what to do, going into piss-off mode.  Since my one of my pathetic hobbies is trying to write, I guess I'll take the One's suggestion and try to write about ladyboys with the understanding that this is an anonymous forum and I'm not trying to make money or get famous.

So... Let's start at the beginning of this sordid tale of decadence (which will soon end in hell for me).  I was about nineteen, looking for a job on an Alaskan fishing boat in Anchorage.  Would have been about 1977.  As all good job-seekers do, I was hanging out at the bar until too late - enjoying getting drunk and viewing the strippers onstage.  But, since I'm terribly cheap and kept putting nickels on the stage while shining a flashlight for a better view, the strippers kind of avoided me.  However, the waitress, who was dressed nicely, in a rather conservative/traditional way - well, she seemed to like me - and kept me supplied with too many drinks.

As things happened, she got off work and sat with me in the early hours, when my consciousness is at its best.  We soon startled making out because I was convinced that this woman was much, much different than those whores onstage - and she was.  I couldn't understand why the other patrons seemed to be having too much fun, but attributed it to the setting.  They were laughing too hard and seemed to glance too frequently at the young buck with the waitress.  I figured they were happy for me.

A description of the young lass seems appropriate:  She was dark-haired, thin, Asian, and quite lovely.  Petite comes to mind.  She was also very intelligent, which I have always found attractive because I'm kind of a moron.  The lucious brown skin that looked like a beautiful tan, Van-brown  eyes, a great (if artificial) figure.  The illusion was there.  Yes, of course, the illusion excuses me for this lifetime.  But, as I mentioned in the first paragraph, I don't need an excuse.  I do whatever the fuck it is I want to, and always have (sometimes with dire consequences).

Anyway, we went back to my room after the bar closed.  There we began to undress.  I was undressed first because she was doing it rather slowly.  Now... I'm not the kind of guy who grabs a girl's privates the minute she lays down next to me.  I wait at least two to three minutes.  So she got undressed and began kissing me again, still wearing her panties.  Then she told me something that surprised me.  She said, I'm a man..  I was shocked.  How could this woman lead me on - into bed - then say such a thing.  It seemed whorrific.  I looked at her and said, "look, if you don't want to sleep with me, just say so. You don't have to lie."  But she insisted, saying, "check it out."  I did.

As I lay, for a moment, looking at the ceiling, considering life, she asked me if I was angry.  I guess you have to understand me.  At that time I often wished my Mother had aborted me.  These days I'm glad she didn't - sort of.  so I kissed her again, then we fucked.  As my maternal Grandmother would say, "that's vulgar."  But it wasn't.  That is, until she tried to fuck me.  I mean, that would be gay!  And besides, it hurt too much when she tried.  I saw her a few days later on the street where she wouldn't acknowledge my existence (I guess because I wouldn't let her fuck me).   It wasn't until years later that I understood our lives could have been much different, perhaps better, without social constraints.

C'est la vie

That was more than thirty years ago.  It's strange how true it is that things change, but stay the same.  I know that no one reads this crap, but I'll probably write about the other ladyboys later.  The second was in Coalinga, California a couple of years later.  Seems rather odd that Anchorage and Coalinga were the settings for these first two experiences.  Life's strange, or maybe it's just some lives.  I don't know.