Happy Tuesday, Steemers!
You will have to forgive me for sitting on this post for so long. I started writing it over the weekend. That is worth mentioning, as I did something rather out of character : I went out clubbing.
Winnipeg is, by no means, a super huge city, but it's sufficiently progressive to have 2 dedicated gay bars.
One of them, Club 200, seems to be more trans friendly, but I know some of the staff have been less than friendly towards yours truly. And since voting with your dollar seems to be the only way to go, they get none of mine.
The place in question I decided to actually try to act like a normal person at was Fame; classy, underground, playing a range going from Abba to. ... who even knows? But, its high-profile and classy enough to have a dedicated gender neutral bathroom attendant, and they stock Bombay Sapphire gin. Who am I to complain?
Now, personal history time: I'm not much of a night out to paint the town red kinda girl. My history has been that of staying in and working. When I was a week younger, I maintained "When I was old enough for that shit, I was already too old for it."
But maybe I felt the need for human interaction, maybe I had hoped to bring someone prettier than me home. Maybe I merely needed a drink.
So, I got out and get a cute new top and proceed. But not before replacing 3 of my cigarettes with joints, because I'm Lawful Evil like that.
So, I get there shortly after midnight, so it's technically Sunday. Its kind of dead, so I decide to go smoke a joint and smile. And while I'm doing so, this beautiful lesbian comes up and asks for a light. I do so, in the classic movie style of flicking my lighter and holding it out.
She tells me later "Everything about that was pure class."
The rest of the night is blurry as hell. Tequila, gin, all manner of good and bad music, but we all still kept dancing. My newfound friends, the gorgeous Filipino trans girl and all her friends - all of whom could get SUPER LOW - and the other two j's. All conjoined together in a blurry, rapturous whole.
And then, I wind up back home like this hours later
Maybe it's the near decade of working and sufferring. Maybe it was the validation of being treated like a real girl. Maybe its all the super cool women I danced and laughed and drank with. But maybe there really IS something to the whole outside world.
Also, no hangover next day! So that's a plus.
But, that's my story so far.
<3 - Roxy
