~~~ Trannies - the universal medium ~~~

This is rather a good blog title, if I say so myself. Did you spot the references to: alchemy? spirituality? cross-barrier communication? communication in general? the middle point? the thing that lies between all else? Not forgetting: the not particularly good at anything. I had a rather eventful New Year, gentle reader, and feel the need to blog about it.

The Plot

The Three Tranny Witches (Gemma, Denise and Crystal) go to Manchester, one flying in a day later (broomstick troubles). Much partying is done. They then go home.

Day One

Even in Manchester's Village there were still oiks who wondered about the bloke in the dress. Which chuffed/irritated the TS in the party, who irrationally wanted to ask "Hey, what about me?". Foolish girl! One of our party got very irate with them, and the TGs in the party had to explain to her that idiots like this "win" when you react negatively and shout back at them. Be dignified or sneaky: ignore them, or go and flirt/talk/communicate with them. Their little brains can't handle that.

Dancing in a lesbian bar, it came to me: trannies cover all bases, don't they? Hetero men, gay men, hetero women, lesbian women, and other trannies. We appeal to all market sectors; we're (hopefully) cute and harmless. Have you been hit on by all genders yet? (you may guess I did the mental equivalent of "Bingo" this evening).

However, rudely bought down to earth when a friend got very upset, and I couldn't talk her out of it. Arrogantly, I thought I could talk to anyone, so a well-deserved lesson was learnt freezing my bits off outside Manchester Coach Station. She ended up safe, I ended up very cold, and very chastened. As for the little shite who punched her in the nose: your days are numbered, my friend, and you are so lucky I was in 4" heels that evening and couldn't catch up with you (the site of a macho guy running for his life from a long-legged tranny must have been amusing for onlookers, though). It is a little known fact that many trannies, before coming out, are in hyper-masculine roles as a form of denial. Two of our TG party have served time in the army; one is a crack shot and martial arts expert. Don't mess with a tranny if you know what is good for you.

Day Two - New Year's Eve

Napoleon's Bar in the Village has the tranny equivalent of a wasp trap. A small dance room which is walled with mirrors; watch the trannies drift in there, then get ensnared watching themselves dance, and dance, and dance. It's evil; fortunately so many trannies got trapped that they could no longer spot their reflections, came to their senses, and made a break for the exit. Go there and see for yourself. But bring a blindfold.

A tranny is the perfect universal communicator. We don't pose a threat to anyone but ourselves, and so can talk to people without any fears on their behalf about what our hidden agenda is. From 9pm to 3am I was either talking or dancing, or both, and people listened and talked to me, sometimes about very personal or intimate things. Some messages in case anyone passes by and recognises the hyper-tall tranny in the short red dress who listened, cared, and maybe predicted your future (more on this later):

• To the cute gay guy - you really were cute!
  
• To his tall friend (not partner): I don't understand your relationship, but you were cute too!
  
• To his partner: I admire you; I personally would be insanely jealous, yet you're keeping it all together.
  
• To the sad asian girl: please, use the number I gave you and get in touch. It will improve.
  
• To the gorgeous blonde in the red dress: the look you have achieved is incredible, especially given your past. This tranny salutes you, and would like you to know that all the other trannies were wide-eyed with awe at you too.
  
• To the white witch: give over; you're a red witch, and you haven't contacted me yet!
  
• To Jess, you're lovely; that sailor dress made you even cuter than the cute gay guy. Never let anyone tell you different; no matter what your background, you yourself are amazing, so be honest and proud in who you are.
  
• To Rachel: you gift will turn out to be something marvellous, amazing, and possibly a bit scary! Use it wisely.
  

To all the other people who shared in those six hours, all I can say is that I've never had a better time in my life. Wowser. I need a rewind button!

Now: we all know that trannying opens the feminine side of your nature. And I do Tarot Card readings, and they seem to help the people I do them for, but I've always thought it worked from a counselling/psychological point of view: nothing mystical about it at all (I thought). But could trannying account for me, halfway through the evening, beginning to sense fragments of someone's future, and share this with them? Good fragments, I hope - positive paths they could go down. Not rubbish either: too many times a fairly specific prediction was confirmed back as a choice they had and weren't sure of, or were denying. I must admit, this now has me fairly spooked. And interested, too; the following day I tried to reconnect to that feeling while doing a Tarot Reading for a friend. Well, wherever the insights came from, they seemed to mean a lot for the friend, and I'll not begrudge them although they moved both of us nearly to tears. I now just have to work on how to re-open myself to what was being shared with me.

Gypsy Rose Gemma indeed. Someone pass me a headscarf; I'll supply my own hoopy earrings and crystal ball.

Oh, and alchemy? Well, mix liquids and strange chemicals, and you can get some very odd results. It's the beginning of chemistry, but is very unscientific. Anyway, the universal medium dissolves everything. Pretty much like alcohol, I suppose.