Another stroll by the canal - some gentle exorcise

I met up with Pippa again on Saturday, we went to the village for a night out, following our quiet night in the week before. Pippa is a lovely girl, great company and fun to be with. I on the other hand am an outrageously flirty vodka fuelled tranny from hell. I’m not really, but I was tending towards that on Saturday. I am by nature a very quiet person, but after the various frustrations of the last few weeks I think I needed to get loud, let off some steam, let my hair down. I succeeded in all of these, and as a result, I do actually feel calmer, back to my old self, like some demons have been exorcised. I do hope I didn’t give Pippa too much of a fright in the process.

It was wonderful to be out again, back in the village, with which I’m now becoming quite familiar. As soon as we got out I somehow felt, closer to the world. A few steps up the street and I was smiling and saying hello to passing strangers. The driver of a stationary tram ponked his horn at us with a knowing, "Evening girls!" through his window and a big warm smile on his face. I waved at him and gave him my sweetest smile in return, at which his smile broadened even more. Definitely an admirer. Round the corner and into Canal Street, the place was buzzing. It was a nice evening and the street was packed with people. We went to Vanilla first, a lesbian bar, and come to think of it, the place where Pippa and I first set eyes on each other. It was busier tonight, about 95% female in the room I’d say. About 50% could be described as stereotypical lesbians, ultra short hair, studs in various places, big biceps with tattoos. God I felt girly, considering I was in a room full of women. I wondered if we went to a gay bar would they all be wearing leather caps, shorts, and dangling chains, but no, there were none of those. Plenty of gays of course, as you’d expect in a gay village, and lots of admirers too. Well, enough for us to be going on with. Got chatted up by one in particular, Jason, quite a hunky chap. I made it quite clear to him from the start that I wasn’t really interested in anything other than conversation (he was nice, but not that nice), and he seemed to appreciate that in a very genuine way. I also made it clear that I enjoyed a bit of flirting and he seemed to appreciate that even more. Pippa, if you ever publish that picture of me talking to him with lipstick smudged all over my face I will beat you to death with my handbag, or at least never speak to you again. God what a mess. Thank-you for pointing it out to me though, despite taking a picture of it first.

We met a nice couple later on, another t-girl called Lucy and her ggf. Both were very friendly so we had a few drinks and a good chat together. They were great fun. All in all it was a lovely night, and somehow felt like a big release, but I really should tone down the flirtatiousness (don’t tell me not to; it’s going to get me into trouble one of these days). I mean, I should at least stop accosting people in the street, asking everyone’s name and suchlike. I have been feeling like a caged animal recently though and I think this was just me needing to go a little crazy, having just set myself free. I feel more human now, not trapped, or frustrated, and not an animal. Sweet little Lucy once more, still finding her feet, but footholds getting stronger all the time. I think these new shoes are just about broken in now too.

Pippa, I must say this here because I want everyone to know how good you’ve been for me. I am so grateful for you being there for me and looking after me. I love you dearly and I know it must have been scary to find yourself out with the tranny from hell, but thanks for putting up with me, for being sensible, and always loving.

We’ll be out again a week on Saturday, even if I have to use force to get Pip to go out with me again. But this time we’re meeting Rebecca, her first time out. No doubt most of you have read her blog, she’s counting the seconds, just as I was before my first time. So I’ll have to behave myself, it’s important to me that she feels comfortable and relaxed, and not wondering what she’s let herself in for with some crazy t-girl snogging anything that moves. No, lesson one shall be how not to smudge your lipstick. Don’t worry about a thing Becky, the caged animal set free has had her mad half-hour, and knows exactly what this means to you. You will be well looked after. You’re going to love it babe, I know you are. And so am I.