so u wanna b a Tgurl?

Sometimes I think I must be the world's biggest hypocrite. Lemme explain.

On one hand, I'm totally for Tgirls in every form, circumstance and manifestation. I'd love to live on a Tgirl planet where everybody, from the hairiest panty wearer to the most ravishing TG was readily accepted and adored. A world where Tgirls presented the news alongside the usual seedy man-things and intelligent women. A world where nobody batted an eyelid at an overweight bald man scuttling up the highway in hi-heels and diamante earrings.

But here's my hypocrisy thing. If I meet a guy I fancy, I really can't stand the idea of him wearing a bra or even a pair of girly jeans. I like men to be... just that... men! This probably sounds a bit odd coming from a dedicated Tgurl such as I but there ya go!

I bumped into a quite yummy guy at a club a little while ago. Though a bit on the young side for Lucia, we slowly got chatting over a few glasses of sancerre (guess who paid for the drinks!!!). I had him pegged for an aspiring admirer and he was scrummy enough to make me wish I was twenty all over again! Imagine my disappointment when he began to tell me all about his repressed tranny desires. Natch, I was full of encouragement and filled his head with useful tips about the right clothes and makeup for his shape and skin-tone but... sigh gurls... I could have curled up and died. Another delicious man-thing lost and shipwrecked forever on the rocks and reefs of Tgirlydom.

See... I'm such a nasty little hypocrite! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeek!