Some Observations

I have been called naïve, I really consider that a polite term for calling someone dumb. I consider myself exceptionally naïve only because I naturally trust people, who tend to be untrustworthy, I guess I live, mostly by the golden rule "Do unto others as you would have them do to you" although many  go by the other phraseology  "Do unto others, before they do it to you".


But I don't want to paint myself with a totally virgin brush, we all have weaknesses and at times might just overstep our boundaries slightly, I won't get into details, for me it's a moot subject, but I'm trying to point out that even a naïve person can see beyond some smoke mirrors.


The reason I'm prefacing this post is because of my very recent experiences this week. I have never pretended for an instant that I look so good as to pass and I've never (I don't think) been so conceded to think I look exceptionally attractive when en-fem, what I do like to say is "I make a nice presentation". What that means is, I'm clean shaven, I'm small in stature (although due to a medical condition, expanding), I do my makeup a little on the elaborate side, but it works for day and evening and I try to dress appropriately for the occasion I'm in.


These were a couple activities I happened to be involved with this week. I went to New Hope and stayed over night, the next day on my way home I stopped at a "Flea Market" on Rt 29, it was about 90% Russian venders, I didn't know until I spoke with a few. I have absolutely no idea of how Russians acceptance of cross-dressers is, but they were exceptionally polite to me, either because they looked at me as a potential customer or were familiar with other CD's due to the proximity to New Hope, but I didn't really notice any gay type vendors (not that they have labels), so I was very well attended to when I asked a question and a few complimented me on the jewelry I was wearing. One person who was a vendor stopped me and said he remembered me from Atlantic City when the Antique Show would come here. He said, you always had an entourage behind you, I don't know why he said that, I usually went alone or with my wife.


When I got home I had a message on my home phone, it was a personal call from the gentleman who is running for Congress (not a robo call). I called back and a male answered, I asked for the party who called me and he said, he's out right now, but if you leave your name I'll have him return your call. At this point I was sort of obligated to leave my name, when I told him he said, Oh, hold on, he's here and wants to speak with you. The gentleman said, Oh Louise, I'm so glad you returned my call, It would be an honor if you would please join my wife and I for dinner


Yes, it's most likely a political function, I know the restaurant, it's fairly intimate (small) so it can't be a very large guest list. I consider it one of my highest honors by being both personally invited and also by realizing he was screening calls, but wanted to speak with me directly. He will certainly get my vote and I'll post how the affair went.


I also had to go to my Urologist en-fem, he's a trip, the first thing he said was, OK drop your pants, I'm doing a digital  exam. No way, he was laughing like hell. He was the one who aspirated me a few months ago.

Congressman's invitation

Last month I met an ex-congressman's son, I had mentioned the father in previous posts but the son had never met me. What I found interesting in this situation is the old axium "the acorn doesn't fall far from the tree" was right on.

Of course this person is a highly educated and confident criminal attorney and (I think) prosecutor, so dealing with someone like me was no issue.

As I walked into the tent where the function was being held, the candidate left the people he was in conversation with and greeted me by putting his arm into my elbow, as you would a Lady, and said I want to introduce you to someone. He walked me over to President Senator Sweeney. The senator is a HUGE man, my hand felt as if I put it into a baseball glove, I don't have very big hands, but I've always prided myself by not being over griped, I couldn't even span the width of his palm. What was interesting was his initial reaction towards me, it was almost as one of my friends likes to eloquently put it "seeing a train wreck", but he was polite.

As I mingled I was surprised that a few people only know me vicariously, one though her son I used to race bicycle with and a few who had seen the press articles about me. I was also surprised that even though this is a liberal party, people are often controlled by their peers no matter what they might believe or want to do, no one wants to be ostracized for doing something others might consider controversial, but I seemed to be well accepted or maybe just a curiosity, but I was made to feel very welcome.

One of the interesting conversations I had was with a "person of the cloth". We just started a general conversation and he told me a joke, I replied with one I know (slightly off color, but not rude), the next few jokes got a little more interesting.

When I was ready to leave I bid good night to the candidate and mentioned I may have had one drink to many, he offer to drive me home but I said "oh no, people might talk". I'm not sure how that went over.