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The BBQ that didn't happen

Last weekend we were invited to a BBQ at the Bird Sanctuary in Brigantine. It seems lately we've been spending so much time over there and have met so many nice friends we should consider moving to the city.

Sunday happened to be one of the windiest days in the past year. I had dressed because it was a Saturday afternoon and afterwards the normal routine is to go to Karaoke which I usually go as Louise and wouldn't have time to dress up.

As we get to the beach area of the Bird Sanctuary (which I had checked out the week before and had no difficulty driving on) I notice no one is there, although I see another car parked way up by the lookout tower witch I presumed my had be one of the party goers so I start to drive towards the car following her path. I get about half way and I start to sink into the sand. I stop and try to back out, well I'm going no place, the wind must be 30+++ miles P H and my wig wants to blow off, just then Millie gets a text saying the party was relocated to our friends house to the wind (if I had known 30 seconds earlier I would have avoided this situation).

So there I am trying to work myself out, the person in the 4 wheel drive who was in front of us is on the tower waving and I'm stuck, she must think I'm playing. Anyway after about 2 or 3 minuets and sinking to my frame I finally had mad a little track to some harder sand and was able to pull forward enough to then backup with momentum and drive out of the ditch I put myself in.

We finally get to the party and a few minutes later the woman who was on the tower comes in and asks if I was the person stuck, I said yeah, she said "Oh I have all kinds of chains and rope, I've pulled people out before". Oh well what do you say after that.

Now for the rest of the story. The home owner asks her neighbors to come over, it's 2 men, we weren't sure of the relationship till about a half hour later, but the one is married to the others sister (brother in laws) but for some reason he would say "partner" so it was confusing.

After an hour or so, and Millie being fed a few Adult Beverages (I've mentioned she's part Native American) she was "feeling her Oats" want to share one of her Karaoke songs with the two men she never met before, the song is "The Rodeo Song" and is quite obscene, to say the least. So she's in her glory and does it "acapella". The one new gentleman turns to her and says "I AM a Baptist Minister", well what do you say after that. There I am all dressed up, my wife is singing a highly offensive song and in the company of a Baptist Minister no less, you CAN'T script this stuff (at least I can't).

So obviously everyone try's to mitigate the embarrassment and we go one with the party. The 2 gentlemen are invited to the Karaoke lounge which they seem to be undecided about because they were moving things out of the condo to take home till next year and wanted an early start.

So now it's about 9:30PM at Karaoke and the host wants Millie to sing her song because there's a group of women at one end of the bar harassing him, Millie in all her glory just starts to belt out her "Rodeo Song" and at the first "Fuc*king" when in walks the Minister and his B-I-L. All we could do is laugh like hell and guess what, he comes over and sits next to me and insists on his picture with me. Oh he's single, never married.

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unsung hero

09 11 15

Friday night I went to an UPSCALE lounge (for me 11.50 for a glass of wine in Margate NJ qualifies). The Miss America Pageant officials happened to be there for dinner, I didn't interact with any of them, it was a "Black Tie" affair.

I went into the lounge/dance area and was greeted by an acquaintance with his wife, they button holed me and he insisted on offering me a beverage, I don't really like that for a couple reasons, I feel I might need to reciprocate to the person and who they're with and then I have to be polite and stay with them till I'm done with the drink before I can go to my next "Victim" (so to speak). But it was a nice conversation and I discovered this person is a VERY respected artist with highly desired paintings, I think I'll consider buying one, he had some images on his phone and they were outstanding.

I was done my drink and started to walk around when I was beckoned over by the sister of a guy I used to race bike with (he cross-dresses too, but is closeted and a little slutty, he doesn't know I know and I don't think his sister knows either). She introduced me to a person who happened to be a pretty interesting person, he's a commercial pilot and said he fly's all the big stuff, 757's and things like that, I don't keep track of airplanes, but I know that's much bigger than a tractor trailer. 

I mentioned to him my wife had made up 3 pilots who are cross-dressers, he was a little surpassed and then he asked if I knew about the person who created Sirius Radio, I said no, he said he's a Trans Sexual. I looked up this person, Martine Rothblatt   >>> link to interview.

http://www.ted.com/talks/martine_rothblatt_my_daughter_my_wife_our_robot_and_the_quest_for_immortality?share=156038002d

The irony about this person is NOT that they are a transsexual, the important subject here is she is VERY modest about his sexual identity, definitely NOT a Caitlyn "Bruce" Jenner in either appearance, polarity or need to be as flamboyant in promoting her sexual identity.

It is her qualifications as a true GENUS and contributions to technology, medicine and lifestyles without any flag waving about over coming personal demons, she's a "pull up your boots" and do it person, a role model for anyone of any lifestyle regardless of any orientation.

Watch the interview

 http://www.ted.com/talks/martine_rothblatt_my_daughter_my_wife_our_robot_and_the_quest_for_immortality?share=156038002d

 

The Nail Day

 09 08 15

Wednesday I had a morning appointment, the reason this is important to know is over the last year or so I have regressed into some depression, I'll mentioned one of my more demonstrative quotes, 

"Everything I did right turned out wrong"

What has happened is I just have no energy or enthusiasm to go out, even as Lou let alone spend between an hour to hour and a half getting dressed unless I have something to do most of the day or have a new wardrobe item to wear.

Yeah I know I sound as if I have a lot of self pity and guess what, I do. Why would I go to the extremes of cross dressing and not giving a damn of who knows or what they say, as I mentioned, Lou has ALWAYS been abused in someway or fashion (more of that another time).

Wednesday turned out to be exceptional though. I needed an ultrasound but a specific specialist and my Doctor insisted a call the only facility near me to schedule an appointment. Ultra sounds are not too difficult but you still need usually a few days to get into a radiologist, they're all busy. I called the facility early and told the scheduler my Dr wanted to expedite the test, she said we're backed up for a week, I mentioned I'd appreciate the earliest possible, she was polite and I for some reason thew in the fact that if I were my sister, I'd probably get expedited (it just came out because I know how Louise influences people) she had my name and probably recognized it after my comment. Son of a Bitch, she asks if I happen to be Louise, I said yes, she said you were so kind to me and my friends one night at Clancy's (one of my hangouts) by taking party pictures of us, Ill see what I can do, 2 minuets later she said I'm going to work you in for 11 PM today. Well how about that, the power of Louise.

Since it was a Wednesday and my wife and I usually go out for karaoke I called to see about a nail appointment, the receptionist gave me a 2 PM appointment.I became a little enthused and figured I would dress to get my nails done, I usually don't, but the girls love when I come in as Louise.

The nail salon people always give me a great reception, oh sure, I understand they're in business and have to treat everyone nice, but this place has about 20 manicure and pedicure stations and always 90% -100% busy when I come in and I've NEVER seen anyone else given the "red carpet" treatment they give me and I've been going there about 3+ years.

I'm sitting next to an older (70's) lady next to me, a NO nonsense looking woman. My nail tech and I are having a causal conversation and she goes to pick out a different nail color for me. The lady next to me turns and says, I like your necklace it looks silver but has pink in it, well it's a pined 3" medallion and it was catching the reflection from her pink top. We start a nice conversation and she mentions she lives in Ocean City. The location is important to know because it was originally establish as a conservative Christian community, they have Blue Laws and it's a Dry Town. Upper crust Christians are the main population and if there's one non Christian there they probably wear a cross to blend in. I just found it interesting this person never asked why I dress and was exceptional polite to me without sounding patronizing.  

I usually, by habit look around to see if I recognize anyone and see one lady who seems to keep making eye contact with me, but doesn't smile as if she knows me and I can't remember if I know her. We both have to go to the drying station about the same time and they're 2 other lady's drying. She's on the other side of me and starts a conversation and then comes over and asks me if I know a certain Doctor, I said oh yes, he's a really nice person and had done my wife's thyroid surgery, she say's I'm his wife and he always tells me about one of his patients husbands who cross-dresses (he's only seen my pictures) she asks if I'm that person and I said of course. What a class act in my book, she says I'm so happy to meet you, may I take your picture, I said how about we do a selfie, she says, great idea.

OK, so everyone is going to say I'm a narcissistic bitch and want the attention, YOU'RE right, I love it, crave it, compared to being that "Cellophane Man, you can look right at me, walk right by me and never even know I'm there" person, I am respected for who and what I am even if people might not "get it".

My next chore was to go to Shop Rite, what a busy store and I always run into someone I know there. This was no exception, nothing dramatic. It was when I was checking out and another older Lady (mid 70's) tells me to go ahead of her, I recognized her but couldn't remember from where, her husband just walked up and they said we know you from Margate and High School, he said I was an assistant principle and teacher, so he knew me from HS and my business too. I was a little apprehensive even though his wife (she seemed stolid) I realized is also a consumer of my wife, some people can be "snooty" but she was actually very polite to me, the husband and I were bantering with cute little jokes, he said he don't look bad for his age and I agreed but I said don't try to dress like me you wouldn't be competition, even his wife laughed. 

For me it was a fun afternoon that helped me get though the day.

The Irony of My Life Cross-Dressing

I've written repetitively in this Blog at how differently people treat me when I am Louise. But without being in my company and experiencing how I am treated has little impact, it's somewhat like the quote "If a tree falls in the forest and no one is there, does it make a noise" sure it does, but there's no one around to appreciate the sound.


This was what transpierced yesterday. I've mentioned I belong to a few social society's, Epicurean, Chamber of Commerce, SJN group, a wine tasting group and a couple others, all are HIGHLY respectable somewhat rigidly straight types and we're talking about an upper middle class and higher level of people, lawyers, doctors, Collage professors, business people all of which have to present a higher standard of lifestyle. In other words, they won't drink from the same bottle, but will drink the same bottle of wine with a glass.


Since it had been a month since I had my nails done, I called to make an appointment as I finished with my makeup, I didn't know how long it would take me so I gave myself an extra 2 hours so they might be able to fit me in. The receptionist said, your nail tech will be busy but if you come right over we'll have someone take care of you. I stopped in and my regular girl said I need 5 minuets, so I sat at the waiting area. There were 4 younger women from about 30-50 years old, the oldest one knew me, but I was challenged, I never remember people I don't see at least 20 times or so. She started a conversation with me and the other 3 lady's joined in the conversation with polite questions the routine one's, how long have you dressed, do you do your own makeup, are you married and so on. What's interesting is when there is one person who knows me better than the others, she or they will become like a promoter by telling what they know about me or reinforcing everything I say. It's really interesting at how proud a person is when they can add some information about me to the conversation.


My second venue was to go to Brigantine for a Mixer with business people. I couldn't stay more than an hour because I had made arrangements to meet my wife at a restaurant for a wine tasting dinner. As I started to mingle with the crowd one lady asked me if I was going to the next class reunion, we discussed a few of the options and her lady friend stopped back to the bar and I was introduced, of course the lady who knew me give the other one a brief biography about me.


From there I stopped by a table with 5-6 women, and again there were 2 lady's who knew me and introduced me to the others. One of the acquaintances and I were making small talk and I mentioned I might need surgery and I was wearing "Spanks" to help control my figure. She was (to be polite) a VERY big lady. She said "I bought one of those and spent about 30 minuets trying to get it on, I threw it in the trash", it was funny. I told her I went to the thrift shop in my area and there were 4 corsets size 3XXX that might fit her, she said I LOVE corsets and said she was going over to see if they would work for her, I find that pretty ironic to say the least.


From there I made a beeline to the restaurant my wife was at, about 10 miles away. I called and she said it was filling up and she saved a seat at the head of one of the tables for me. As I walked in I saw other people from previous wine tastings, the wives' are fine with me, but the two husbands a father and son, who are about 6'2 and 250 lbs. are scared I'm contagious and never acknowledge me, they were waiting to be seated but they were late and had to sit alone in another area, FU*K them.


So I take my seat and because I'm a little different I introduce myself to the people close to us, there were 6 people within close conversation range and I wanted them to feel comfortable, many people don't know how to react so I feel I need to break the ice with a humorous comment like introducing my wife as my mother, that pisses her off, but everyone gets a laugh out of it, she's a real sport and goes along with the comment. Again there was one couple who had met me when the event was taking place about 2 years ago, for some reason it was stopped but now it's on again.


As the night went on it seemed as if I was the focus of attention, everyone asked us about our lives, time we've been together, kids and how and why I started to dress.


The whole thing is ironic when you think about what I do. I think possibly 5 years ago is when CD/TG was just becoming something that was developing a little popularity, but before that it was like you were evil a sinner a pervert or child molester, remember I've been out the last 20 years, I had to break a lot of barriers in my community. But now I feel as if I'm a celebrity, people want others to know they know me, they're proud to be in my company. Sure I realize that I and other CD's are an anomaly but people are starting to become more comfortable and accepting.


For me like many other CD's, I was terrified if someone found out I liked to wear women's clothes, but people have made me feel so welcome that it seems they encourage me to be myself and that's the irony, because 5 years ago, most people had difficulty accepting us.

A touchy Situation

Over the past year I have finally met a few gurls I felt comfortable with in allowing them to accompany me to a couple of the lounges I patronize.

By doing this I risk a possibility of management asking me to either NOT bring others with me or at worse banning me from their premises. I also have a FIRM rule, please DO NOT use the "lady's room", even though the law seems to say a person with Gender ID issues (might) be allowed, I don't think the management is comfortable with a person with male genitilia and NO "F" on any identification using their Ladies room.

In my case I feel honored that management by allowing me to dress as I please as long as it's tasteful and I don't cause trouble by being or acting inappropriate. To me this signals to the other patrons I fit in. To me that is like proving I'm respected for who I am and that it is assumed by management I will conduct myself in a proper way and respectively I don't push my limits.

I did NOT want to post about this subject for fear of not conveying it properly and maybe upsetting people I consider friends who are TG (Transgendered) similar to now the famous Bruce Jenner aka "Caitlyn", but last night one of my guests who seems to be able to convey important subjects better than I sent me their take on a possibly explosive situation that occurred with their visit.

"Her thoughts"

I wrote and posted this to my blog tonight and thought you'd appreciate my thoughts. Hope you are well.

Summer oh sweet summer.  How I wish I could wear a sleeveless shift dress and sandals to work.  It’s too hot to be traipsing around in male business mode.  Summer is made for women and the female wardrobe.  Bare legs feeling the caress of gentle warm breezes, painted toes peeking playfully from the front of my wedge sandals.

Out with friends and en femme all weekend was fulfilling, gratifying and rewarding.  Making new friends and solidifying existing friendships always lifts my spirits.  Thank you my sister friends for supporting me.  I love you more than words can convey.

For two weeks consecutively I was presented with a dilemma that my cranial capacity struggled to absorb.  The sponge of gray matter may need a tune up.  Please read this carefully and heed these thoughts that come not from me but through me from others who are closer to matters of importance than your scribe.

Presentation makes or breaks people, places and things.  How we present not only impacts us, it impacts the group we represent and reflects directly on venues we frequent, their proprietors, their patrons and ultimately on our acceptance.

Yes I know all about First Amendment rights, freedom of expression and all those platitudes the founders chose to craft into the Constitution of The United States.  Factions believe they have the absolute right to express in any way they feel, regardless of the appropriateness of such form of expression.

 

Can we be oblivious to the sensitivities of others in our pursuit of free speech?  We’ve discussed battles and wars in the context of being technically right but realistically wrong.  You can’t think putting people at risk by making a spectacle of yourself is cool or welcome.

Family venues are expected to be wholesome and safe for children of all ages.  Would you bring your child(ren) to locales where clientele dress questionably?  Think of Disney World with ladies of the evening strolling through the streets giving new meaning to the term “Magic Kingdom”. You, your family and your children would find that repulsive, right? Respectability may be in the eye of the beholder.  We must heed such sensitivities even if it means we lengthen our skirt to acceptable heights (not mini-skirt level) and our neckline (above “open for business” plunge) to leave some things to the imagination.

Our money is green like everyone else’s.  Our dollars become more welcome when we blend in with the surroundings, not stand out or call attention to ourselves in negative ways.  I blanche, and so should you, when proprietors tell us we are not dressed appropriately for their establishment.  One such proprietor was particularly and rightfully incensed by scantily clad ladies who failed to read the clientele.  There’s a time and a place to dress suggestively.  That place is not in public where families gather.  At least one proprietor have been burned by callous and thoughtless expression of First Amendment rights.  That is one business owner too many.  Her dinner traffic is down precipitously and she is now struggling to make ends meet.

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.  Yes I’m quoting scripture because it’s appropriate.  If you were the shop owner and your livelihood was being jeopardized by improper actions, would you be sanguine and gladly sacrifice your financial security for a few strays who refused to think lucidly about how to present themselves in your establishment?

When a shop owner loses customers because of something untoward we do, that owner will be less welcoming and maybe hostile.  Oh and in case this is lost on you, their clientele will be tilted against us as well.  Still feeling self-righteous?

We cannot afford to upset the delicate balance because once tipped away from us there may be no amount of effort to encourage the scale to tip towards us.

 

I respect shop owners who welcome us.  I will jealously protect those relationships and will screen my invitees.  If a member of our community invites you to partake with them at a venue they have cultivated and this member requests your dress and actions to fall within her defined limits, you need to heed her request or beg off.  She’s asking for all the right reasons.  You may not agree but if you value her friendship you will comply. We need to wholeheartedly agree that we will function as a monolithic unit in these matters otherwise we will not make progress towards universal acceptance.

There’s no negotiation or debate about this.  Yes I’m adamant.  I can be petulant about what I believe to be right.  I hope you will be part of the continuing solution.  It means the world to everyone in our community and it also legitimizes our claims for parity.

Let me know if you have thoughts you would like to discuss.

   

This Brought Tears to my Eyes

I just don't know why people treat me so well.
This past Saturday evening we went to one of our usual haunts for karaoke, I really don't sing very well.

As I'm sitting at my table of about 20 people, a lady comes over and says I have something for you and she hands me a framed record titled "Louise" and on the back they put a note.

I just started to tear up. Here I am a guy in a dress without any excesses except I look and feel better when dressed en-fem due to a low self esteem, something that may be difficult for others to understand.

For anyone to do what she did I must have affected them in a positive way.

It was simple but to me an honor.


Unexpected conversations

Last Friday a couple of CD's come to visit. One has a BF the other is looking for a M or F, both are very nice girls with no issues.

We went to one of the local dance lounges, I've taken them there before and they really enjoy it, usually women will dance with them, I don't remember if any men have as yet.

As we walked in I recognized a couple women who know me and they "button holed" me, it's fine I enjoy the attention, mean while the 2 who were with me went to the dance area. As I was talking to the girls, a gentleman standing about 4 ft from me looks at me and smiles from ear to ear, he seemed to be with 2 other men.

If I don't recognize someone I'll ask if we've met before, he said no and gave me his name and we shook hands as I told him mine. One of the 2 other men walked away and the guy who was talking to me said he's homophobic, I said he's has the wrong person, I don't want to catch that (OK corny) but it sets the mode for people being comfortable.

I asked the usual question if he was from the area, he said he just retired from the department of the Navy, I asked what his pay level was, he said he was a 12, I commented that that's like a Major, he said you know your stuff, it's only because I had a friend who was a GS 13 Lt Colonel.

He had some take out and I said you should leave before that gets cold, he politely asked if I would like come with him, I said I might go with you, but I won't "come", well the people who were listening to the conversation all cracked up (corny too). He asked if I came there often and I told him yes, usually Fridays after my wife and I have dinner, I don't think he heard the "wife" part because he said maybe I'll see you again.

The second encounter was more unique. I was in the back area with the other 2 girls and a middle aged women comes over and asks if I know a person (name not necessary), I said yes, she's a Transsexual and very nice and actually a genus IQ, she developed transportation software for the government. The lady says to me in a very direct manner "My husband is living with her", you don't hear that every day from a wife.

I just said that's a little beyond my depth to deal with, but your husband has a good eye.

That's it.

Out in Somers Point after a couple months

I Haven't been out in my local area for a few months, it's been cold, windy, rainy and I felt self concuss after putting on about 10+ lbs, us girls are always figure concuss.

So after a couple month hiatus I asked my wife if she would like to do dinner at one of our favorite restaurants, I also had a new outfit I wanted to wear so that gave me a little incentive.

As we walked in, I was greeted by an acquittance who was the former CEO of SJI, he had met me from going to the proxy meetings and we became friendly, a real gentleman, you can tell a person of class when they are in an important position and can be affected by the company they associate with but chose to risk their creditability by associating with deserve people over the small critical minds of judgmental people, I put him on my HERO list. He also introduced me to all his friends that were with him.

As we ate two other couples came in separately who also know us and made a point of coming over to our table to say hi and ask how Millie (my wife) was feeling, rumors had circulated about her health and people seemed very concerned.

After dinner I took my wife home and went back out to a local dance lounge. Again many of the people who know me asked why they hadn't seen me for awhile, but anyone who knows how much effort it takes to do makeup and look right can understand that it does take time and effort besides all the other conditions that go along with Cross-Dressing. I don't want to spend time getting ready and not have an audience (I know I sound self centered) to admire all my effort.

I like to "cruse" the bar area where they're always people who know me and might be with a new friend who they introduce me to. That happened last night a couple times, but this one person was a hoot.

He looked like a very Catholic Irishman, rigid in their philosophy about anyone how doesn't fit the norm. He was sitting with a lady who introduced me to him, so I thought they were together, what do I know, when I first went out 20 years ago, I used to think every couple was married until my wife clued me into these lounges were "meat markets", I had never heard the term before that. 

We shake hands and I do have a reasonably firm grip, he asks "are you a man", I replied, you felt my grip, he said, I've been to Tia land and have seen many TS/CD's but they're all tall and when the approach me I tell them to go and play basketball. 

We talked a few minuets about the usual concerns, if I was gay, into men and so on, I was very honest and tried to describe the differences with the CD lifestyle, I think he became very comfortable with me, enough to say, "I have to tell you, you look damn good" and with that he reaches behind me as he kisses me on the cheek and says I really like you and gives my butt a squeeze. I was really taken back, I thought he was going to be offensive. 

I guess people treat you the way they see you.

The Art Museum





Saturday night I went to the grand opening to a new Art Museum located in the Claridge Hotel in Atlantic City.

I have to admit it was quite impressive. I'm really not an art coinsure, but I can appreciate what I consider talent. There were a number of artists who had their work displayed, most notably, Burt Young. I must admit I really never knew his name but he was very recognizable, he played Paulie in the Rocky movies, the brother in law, I would have thought he would have more of an ethnic (Italian) name, I mean "Young" sounds more WASP like.


So here is the way the night starts. The function is "Cocktail Attire", fancy name for wear a suit and gown, don't come in with sneakers on, baggy jeans hanging down to your Butt crack and a "wife beater" T shirt on, of course some people who buy 5000.00 to 250,000 dollar art can't read or maybe think they don't have too. I wanted to look right and I respect requests so that I might be respected back. I wore a long black form fitting gown and a black designer shrug my, murdered (yes murdered for real) neighbor gave me about 8 years ago.


There was a large group of people on the wide stairs waiting to be let in so there were a few minutes for people to look around and chat with one another. One of the artist who does beach related photography (very good BTW) noticed me and called out my name. Well apparently "Louise" is a little popular and a few people who were in front turned and wanted to great me too. I felt a little self conscious but also proud that people of high status would show they knew me, it was very flattering, especially when you're a cross-dresser.


As the doors open the crowd started to enter, I crossed the threshold and saw the Mayor, I put my hand out to shake his but instead he reach and grabbed me in a bear hug and kissed me on the lips, this man is about 6'2, I'm 5'2, so I was at a disadvantage. I was totally shocked, yes he has met me before (both ways), but I never expected him to react the way he did.


As I was trying to regain my composure I looked forward and there was a photographer reaching over people heads to get my picture, I don't know how that turned out. Then I looked to my left and my eye doctor is standing next to me and asks me if he can have a picture with me (I have two eye doctors, this one is an ocular specialist also a eye surgeon, he gives me an injection in my left eye once a month) how impressive is that, he has a PHD and is a practicing Doctor and he wants his picture with me..


As I walked through the gallery people who know me from various functions or restaurants I go to and of course my businesses would come over to say hello and introduce me to their wife/husband or friends they were with, unless you've been in someone else's shoes and know them on both sides you can't understand why someone would risk everything and (in this case) cross dress in public.


As I came to the back of the museum, there was Burt Young in person sitting on a metal folding chair, looking almost in a blank stare. To me it almost looked as if he just accepted the fact of who he was and didn't mind pictures taken with him. But as I stood back I could see there seemed to be a problem, perhaps dementia of some type. Most of the artists were describing their work or talking to a few people, socializing if nothing else, but Bert Young looked BLANK, he never moved from that spot not an inch, what a pity. I hope some of his work sold.

The New Car

Another episode in the life of Lou/ise.

For about a year I have been scanning the Toyota Certified used car sites for a new Toyota XLE they also make an XLE Limited edition and even though I was in the business I was more of a "general surgeon" and not 100% aware of every model of car, after all there must be 600-700 different styles and models according to a quick Google search.  I addressed repairs as they came in regardless of type, but still didn't know all the models.

Never the less I was looking specifically for a Minivan from Toyota that had a radar controlled cruise control but I wasn't sure of the exact name it was called, I later found out it's called DLCC (Digital Laser Cruse Control) and that wasn't because the sales person at the dealership told me, he didn't know either and that's why this had developed into a fiasco.

After finding two 2013 Toyota XLE Minivans in Runnemede, NJ I called to ask if they were equipped with the option of Cruse Control that had the option of setting the cruse to a specific speed and it being able to slow down and speed up as cars in front of me dictated, I was informed yes. I said I would be up to look at them and was told the 2 cars would be waiting for me.

My wife and I took the 50 mile ride with our title and a check in hand. The dealer has a greeter at the door and escorts you to the next sales person in line, ours was a nice person about 40's, he was very polite and had mentioned he had been at this dealership about a month.

After some chit chat to qualify us (I guess) he took us to the first car, we weren't very impressed by the color or interior so he said I'll get the other one. He pulled it over to the side of the building and we check it out, it was exceptionally clean. Being about 10 years newer than our car I wasn't sure of all the buttons and controls, for example we have a separate roof mounted control center for the garage door opener and a couple other options on this car they were mounted on the mirror and were unnoticeable until you actually saw them. I was also quite disappointed the backup camera was very small, about the size of a point and shoot camera screen, if you have the option of the built in navigator then it's much larger.

I then ask again about the cruise control and where the radar was, ours is in the lower front bumper and you can see it.  Being unfamiliar with the car I figured they hid it somewhere else and the sales person said it's built into the back of the mirror, there was a little white thing there, so I figured that was it, but questioned that and he said I'll check to make sure, which he never did. Now I could have taken the car for a ride, but we would have had to get on a highway to test the cruise with could have taken about 45 minutes, we had been there about 3 hours by now and my wife wanted to get to work, besides, we had his professional assurance it was equipped the way we wanted.

It took another 3 hours between paper work and other conversation and negotiation before we finally left exhausted about 7:30 at night, seven and a half hours to buy a car, it was almost the same when I bought my own car a year before.

We stopped for a pizza dinner and were on the road by 8:30. I set the cruse but couldn't locate the controls for distance, there had to be something somewhere for that, it's an integral part of that type cruse. I asked my wife to check the manual, she said it's right on the front of the horn button where the radio and controls are, you guessed it, the option was not there.

I called the sales man and told him the most important option is not on this car, he said OK, bring it back in the morning, I'm not going to stick you with the car. Fair enough, we were tired anyway and it was almost 9 PM.

The next morning I called the salesman and said I was on my way up and wanted to make sure he was there and there would be no difficulty, he said he would come in special, he had to bring his kids because Thursday was his day off and he didn't have a sitter. I apologized but I needed to take care of this as soon as possible. As I was driving up, I get a call from the sales manager, he informs me all sales are final, I said look, the car was supposed to have this option and it doesn't, he said in so many words, you bought it, you should have looked, I said I relied on your sales person, do you have unreliable people. I also mentioned I stopped payment on the check.

I get up there, the salesman is there with his 2 kids and the sales manager, a no game player guy comes over and says look, we're not taking the car back, we go back and forth and I say look, the car was misrepresented, I was VERY specific of want I wanted, I could have bought a car near me if I wanted something different. He said let me talk the GM, he comes back and says we'll take another 1600.00 off the price, I said that's generous, but I'll give you 500.00 to take it back for your trouble and your salesman's time.  He thinks a second and said we'll wipe the deal, give him his car back.

As I leave, I ask about any paper work, I'm pretty much in shock at how accommodating he was and wasn't expecting such a quick decision he said we didn't do any title work so you can just go but I forgot to ask for my title back. I get home and see the other title for my other car on the desk and said "Oh Shit", I give a call and the salesman says I'll get it in the morning. Since I wanted to go away Friday en-fem anyway I decided to drive up as Louise. As I walk up to the door, someone rushes over to open it for me, as I walk in a guy from a few desks back comes running over and says "I know you, you're Louise from Margate, my Mom and I were customers of yours". All the salesmen and managers are gathered around with big smiles on their faces as if I was some celebrity, but in the mean time, I cost them almost 8 hours of effort and compromising on their policy of taking back a sold car.

I need to give a high recommendation to the Runnemede Toyota for their integrity and honesty in doing the right thing, this could have been much worse and gone to court, I think the decision would have been "contributory negligence" I was as much at fault as the dealer, they did the right thing in my book and I took care of the salesman for his time and effort so everyone was happy.

As my quote states

"Everything I do right turns out wrong"

The 2015 Atlantic City Auto Show

Over the last 12-15 years I have gone to the Atlantic City Car show Auction, usually alone and ALWAYS en-fem (as Louise). This year after meeting a few gurls within 50-60 miles vicariously though one of them, I asked if they would like to join me.

 Heather, Staci, Nikki and Brianna (Brianna was not at the Auto Show)

The actual motive, I believe for joining me and also for myself, in going to this venue is more about presenting ourselves in public to see how far we can push limits. I don't mean by over exaggerating our appearances by dressing to provocatively or like "Drag Queens" , but more to see how we will be treated in a large public venue. 

I know even after 19 years of being "out" I still get a kick and enjoyment of people needing to talk with me, there is nothing more important than being recognize for our choice of appearance, but also for people acknowledging accepting and respecting us.

The conversation usually amongst most cross-dressers or even people who are interested in the lifestyle is  how "Passable" are you, it almost seems as if our rational is taken for granted that we are pretty much normal, but then the other question that follows next is "are you gay" or do you like men. What most people (including us as CD's too) don't understand is that everyone, who is human has sexual needs and it doesn't matter who or what level of society or business we are, sex is a VERY motivating commodity, in fact, you can have sex rich or poor, fat or skinny or ugly and attractive.

Many people of the Christian faith try to address sex on a morality and guilt basis, yeah, that works, ask a Priest. Other faiths feel it's OK to have sex with minors, as long as it's a family member (I have to think about that one). I'm sure they're many perverted beliefs but because we as male cross-dressers are considered aberrant people automatically consider us "cruising". But many people go to a bar/lounge either to pickup or be picked up and that's normal behavior because you're wearing the properly tagged underwear and socks or pantyhose. 

 

I seem to always go off thought.

The part of the day where it becomes more interesting is when my wife (Millie) picks us up from the show and we go to our favorite breakfast place, but for dinner time now.

As we walk in (4 CD's and one GG) the lady owners welcome us with hugs and kisses and set us up at the most visible table in the place to put us on display. They hovered over us like we were their personal guests, hugging us and having pictures with us. For the other gurls it had to be thrilling to be treated with such respect and admiration (FYI: this is a Greek owned establishment).

I have to also point out, that all but one of these gurls has been out for a few years, usually with a group, possibly for safety, but still trying to discover how it feels to be welcome, there is a difference between acceptance, tolerance and being welcomed, the first two are usually done because people do what's acceptable practice (politically correct, so to say) but being welcomed is something done because people see only who you are regardless of your look or status level in life. For example, a politician commands a certain amount of respect, even if you hate what he stands for, you have to accept or tolerate his BS or be subject to some type of punishment. But take a homeless person who has been down on his luck, he has nothing to offer you, nothing you can take from him that hasn't been taken already, he looks like hell but as a person he asks for little more than just some "daily bread", you empathize with him, you want to try to help and might offer a meal or a bath. To me that's the difference between being accepted and welcomed.

After dinner we went to a dance lounge, there was a new hostess (I really didn't know that) she addressed me with a warm reaction, I thought she knew me. We went over to one side of the bar and the lady manager came over a few minutes later and said to me "the new hostess wants to apologize that she might have scared you, we have your picture on the wall and she was so excited to meet you she over reacted". How about that, talk about celebrity status.  She then said I have a table on the dance floor I want to give to you, I'll put reserve signs on it so you can be comfortable. Holly mackerel, instead of being critical of me and any motives I had by bringing in 4 other CD's with me we were given TOP honors. One of the gurls (Heather) said Louise has pull where ever she goes, she's exactly right in how important it is to act "Lady Like" in public in order to allow people to respect us first before they make assumptions. 

I can't take credit for most of this, I always tell people when they say I have courage (I use another term that starts with a "B") I express they're the ones with courage because people will be more critical about them accepting me and think that they might be the one with ulterior motives.

Also Millie was my backup person, she created, accepted, encouraged and help developed my look so I wouldn't look or act like a clown if and when I went out. She is the HERO.

Louise

I haven't posted for awhile, but I want to dedicate this Blog post for my wife.

I won't get into details, but even though I love to Cross-Dress and sometimes become self centered to the point of being selfish, I'll do anything to help my wife stay healthy and comfortable.

She has have a VERY trying couple of years with a triple set back starting about a month from this past Thanks Giving. Fortunately, she seems to have stabilized even though she is dealing with some deficits, at least she's still here.

With all she has been though her concern is more about me and how I feel and if I loo OK when I go out. She critics me and if she feels I need a touch up or my hair needs to be worked on, she insists on taking care of it. How in the world could you even find a lady like that?

Sure we go though our, what I call her "Tourette Syndrome"  moments, I call them that because when I say things (in a teasing way) she will start to call me expletives and wave her hands around give me the "one finger salute". I just laugh it off and tell everyone who is around us that she is having one of her fits, it goes a long way to mitigate the situation, but we've been like that for the past 51 years.

When my wife worked at a gay lounge as a Karaoke hostess in Atlantic City (another story), I would sit at the bar, many people were visitors to AC and had never seen or met us before. She would say something, anything to anyone and I would comment in a sarcastic way, that would set up a bantering between the two of us. Of course the newbies in the crowd with look astonished and though there was going to be a fist fight. It was hilarious and we still carry on the same way when ever we're out in public or at parties, people wait for the spontaneity. One of my (so called) friends calls it the Lou & Millie show, not very original, but I think it's meant as an endearing label.

Anyway, I could go on for years about Millie, there is no way Louise could ever exist without her, she is my inspiration, she gave me courage and her approval, she insisted I be me and had no reservations as to my motives, she taught me how to do my makeup, she insisted I not look like a clown and she was my "Backup" in the event of a verbal assault.

I don't mean to be rude with this comment, but she's the one with the "BALLS", I doubt very much I could be as accommodating if the shoe were on the other foot.

I love my wife "Millie" and everyone who has met us in person and knows her understands why.

Louise

Being a Good Samaritan or my new quoite "Every Thing I do Right Turns out Wrong"

This is a long Diatribe


I don't consider myself an overly magnanimous person, but if I see someone in need I try to help. I did this in school when a kid was mistreated by other kids even when I was always the littlest. I did the same in the military against a big Southern "Red Neck" twice my size who was picking on a little guy. I also helped many customers who were down on their luck and needed repairs, I fixed their cars at cost or gratis. Even my Mother and brother who has a Masters in business finance. I bought my mother a home and supported both of them until my brother got tired of living with her and asked me to help him buy a Duplex. When my mother died and I was dealing with my own set backs, he took advantage of me. I've even helped a recent person out who unknowingly over extended his budget, I voluntarily gifted him funds so he could purchase a safe vehicle for his family and what did I ask any of these people for in return, a lot, FRIENDSHIP, nothing more or less, just be my friend and treat me nice. I get none of that, my brother never even calls me on Holidays or invites us over for a dinner or a drink, I can't tell you how many times we waited for him and his wife because she wanted dinner with her family first, Even the person I gifted money to doesn't have 30 minuets for me to talk a couple times a month when I go up there to shop.


Yeah, I bitch about this a lot because it means a lot to me, I feel my wife and I give from our hearts and souls, the least others can do is respect us for what we've willingly offered. We ask for nothing material and believe me, NO ONE, NO ONE EVERY GAVE EITHER OF US A THING, even when we needed it too. Like my long time lawyer (ha ha) friend who I had to sue because he way over billed me, lost the case on top of it and the arbitration board could have disbarred him for the way he treated me but didn't charge him with the last count of taking funds for a different case I had with his firm, TOTALLY a disbarment offence, he paid up the very next day, fucking crook. I'm just trying to prove a point.


So here is the current "Every Thing I do Right Turns out Wrong" situation.


This was a first for me.

 

My brother-in-law aka "BIL" and his GF (both widowed) came down from Burlington Vermont to share Thanks Giving with us. I thought it would be nice to take him out for a holiday drink.

 

Some background about him, so you understand the way this situation came down. He's about 66 I think, he was only with one woman from about age 16 and married when he enlisted into the Navy. He's not the brightest bulb in the package, but just a really nice guy, he actually looks almost like Alfred E Neumann from the old Mad Comic books.

 

After his wife died from a late and misdiagnosed rectal cancer, he just stayed home but worked at entry level jobs. He drove down a few years ago to see visit us and since he had NEVER driven on the NJ Parkway he just drove though the speed toll lanes, when he got home he had a few hundred dollars of toll evasion tickets in the mail, so now you can understand "the rest of the story".

 

We leave the lounge and he reminds me that they wanted Ice Cream, so we stop at the local WAWA, as we drive up I see a 16-18 year old kid (I assumed was a boy) standing by the comer of the store dressed in a very thin sweat shirt and pants shivering, we go into the store and I'm debating if I should ask if this kid needs a ride, as my BIL is paying for the Ice Cream I go out and walk over and ask if he had a ride coming soon, he said my Uncle was supposed to pick me up, BUT, it turns out he's a girl. Oh well she's freezing. She says yes that's kind of you.

 

My BIL comes out and I tell him we're giving this girl a ride just down the road in the same direction we're going. He pulls out and has to accelerate to beat the Yellow light and just makes it. I turn to ask if the girl has a cell phone and to call her ride to tell them we're taking her and before I can a cop cars lights come on and we're pulled over. Well all I can think of is my BIL running the Yellow light.

 

The cop comes to the drivers side and asks for credentials and I hear a knocking at the rear door behind me and another cop has the girl get out of the car. The first cop comes back and says, OK, here's the story, we've been watching this girl for 2 hours, she just got out of jail for prostitution, what's your story.

 

My BIL is FROZE, he's gripping the steering wheel for his life, he's in shock, all he can say is we bought Ice Cream and my GF is at my house, he's like babbling and sees visions of spending the night in jail for soliciting. Then the cop says, I don't know if I believe your story, now he's really shaking, I said, Officer, I'm the one who asked if she needed a ride, I though she was a young kid.

 

You have to appreciate this scene, I'm wearing riding boots and a Fedora hat, I look like a Mobster as Lou, my BIL looked like a "John" so this was really difficult. In the mean time the Ice Cream is going to melt in the back seat. The cops talk with the girl and she confirms our story and they tell us she's going back to jail and tells us to move on.

 

Happy Thanks Giving.

 

Louise

"Every Thing I do Right Turns out Wrong"

Millie and her "Maidens"

Millie had some unexpected guests

My Wife's Knee

Yes, I know, this Blog is supposed to be about "Louise", but without my wife Louise wouldn't exist, she's the person who created and encouraged Louise to become the Happy and fulfilled person he/she is today, so the least Louise can do is devote some details about Millie's life.Millie suffered an knee injury as a cheerleader in High school which caused her to need a replacement knee 17 1/2 years ago, also do to her unfortunate attributes as an endomorph body type her left knee had to be replaced 3 years ago. The right one having outlasting it's useful life had to be replace again 2 weeks ago.So with that preface, I took Millie to the hospital on the 10th. of Nov for her surgery.


As a dutiful and concerned husband I left Louise at home, although I only wear female clothing even as Lou, it's mostly androgynous. I wear woman's jeans, boots and a woman's button down blouse so everything looks tailor made and people really don't figure the whole thing out because I myself am a mesomorph build and look a little like a Mob hit man as a guy, so it's confusing to say the least.Millie is wheeled into the pre-surgery area where they hook up the mentoring equipment and stick in the shunts for any drugs. As they're working on her, I am sitting in a chair and a large Black nurse looks at me and says "I know who you are" of course I don't remember her and she says I met you at a "Night's in Venice" party in Ocean City, but you were dressed differently. Needless to say, my wife is a little upset, she's there going to have a major procedure and this lady wants me to show the other 5-8 people in the area my pictures, which due to my uncontrollable compulsion I acquiesced too., Millie wasn't very happy, but they actually treated her with more care.


So now comes the waiting room period, the room has about 8-10 people but after a couple hours they're now 3 other men besides myself. We start talking about why we're there and who does what, one guy mentions my boots and asks if I ride horses, I am small (5'2" tall) so I could pass as a Jockey especially with the black specific riding boots and riding jacket I had on with the skintight jeans. Of course another guy noticed my crab apple colored nails, yes I have them painted too. So again I have to show my pictures, even the admitting nurse had to start asking me questions. Well you know, after 5+ hours you need to kill time somehow.


Once I found out how she did I was able to go home, let out and feed our dogs, eat dinner and go back and see Millie. But as I was leaving the hospital one of the men was walking back in and stopped me. He said, you know you really seem very happy and I need to ask you for some advice. He went on to tell me he was there for his wife who was a widow and he married her after a short period after her loss. She was left very well off due to him being a doctor and now this guy was more of a companion, but the issue was, he was being treated as a piece of trash, he was more of a "go-for", there was no affection or intimacy. He wanted to know what I thought the problem was. I was pretty much put in an awkward position, but being honest I had to tell him I felt she only married him out of loneliness and just someone as a companion and nothing else. He said, I pretty much felt the same thing and meeting and talking to you, I just felt you would be honest and knowledgeable and he thanked me.


Please believe me, I in no way consider myself clairvoyant, I don't know anything, ask my son and wife, the only time they need me is when they don't ask me and then do something I need to help get them out of trouble with, other than that I'm a "Dumass". But I've been beat up so bad all my life and have been fortunate enough though my wife to finally be able to see both sides of life. I have a friend (I use the term loosely) who thinks I don't know he experiments many mornings, he tells me his schedule has tightened so if I want to come up and talk with him before work, he doesn't have time, but I see though that. I really don't know why after I've expressed my friendship he's not willing to return it, but as the saying goes "c'est la vie" (shit happens) but I keep at it.


Anyway, all the people at the hospital surgery center wanted to meet me and I was going out en-fem Wednesday anyway, so when I stopped at the hospital, Millie was still in the surgery recovery area, I went in to see the waiting area person, but the girl at the front desk who know me both ways had called her to expect me, she was overwhelmed,  apparently she also called the Black nurse in the surgery area because she comes out of the back surgery area and drags me back there the show me off to all the other people.It's really amazing, I'm still Lou, the little guy who only draws attention due to my crazy way of dressing up. I don't become any smarter or better looking as me but people see me as someone special, they want to gobble me up, they hug me, hold my hand, kiss me, compliment me on my looks and even ask me to help them with concerns about their lives.


WHY, WHY, WHY I ask you why, I don't have an answer. BUT, if you've seen on the news a new fad has just evolved, someone has come up with a new radical idea, people put paper bags over their heads and then socialize for a period of time, I don't know who long, but I suspect a few weeks. After they get to know each other they finally take the bags off and see the other persons face, but first they got the chance to learn about the others personality. Isn't that a little like what I'm going though, I think it's another way of cross-dressing.


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