| March 31, 2003 - Carla's British transsexual admirer |
| Dear Friends, I just have to tell you about this funny thing that happened to my friend, Carla, while I was staying with her in London! Unfortunately, I wasn't an eyewitness to the whole thing, even though I wish I were. So to keep you from waiting much longer, here are the juicy details! On St. Patrick's day we went down to Carnaby St. and were sitting in a bar that had walls that folded back to let in the sunshine. We were drinking and watching all the people over at O'Neill's, an Irish chain bar that was across the street. All these drunkards were wearing gigantic felt hats; sometimes actually two or three hats simultaneously by stacking them on top of one another. At one point I saw this chicky-baby walking down the street with fairy wings pinned to the back of her coat. I pointed her out to Carla, who told me that the girl was a "Wish Fairy". "What is a Wish Fairy?" you may ask. Well, I'll tell you. It's a group of young women who rename themselves things like "Lollibella" and "Silver Moonglow" and go around London "granting wishes". No! No! They're not prostitutes; they're just free spirits. Anyway, they come up to people and say, "What is your wish and I will grant it?" So the person might say something like, "I wish I had a Mercedes." The Wish Fairy then whacks the wisher ever so gently with her wand and says, "I grant your wish! You will get a Mercedes!" And then off she goes, happy for having made one corner of her universe better. So after the Wish Fairy went by, Carla noticed a Liberty's across the street and said she wanted to go look at shoes there. So I sat and drank while she went and looked at shoes. After about 10 or 15 minutes she came back and said that while moving along the shoe displays, she had noticed someone following her. Finally, she went to the dress displays and was looking at them when she heard a soft voice say, "Excuse me." She looked up and saw a badly made-up transsexual standing there. He had a low hat on to cover up the fact that he had no hair, his make up was smeared all over, and he had stuffed his bra with tissues that gave him a lumpy look! So Carla, being very polite and open minded, said, "Yes. Can I help you?" And he said, "I just wanted you to know that you're the kind of woman I hope to become." "Thank you," said Carla, while thinking he would never reach that goal with make up on like that. He then asked, "Do you know of any places where people like me go?" And Carla said, no, she didn't, but that he might try some street whose name I've now forgotten. So he told her that he was from the Czech Republic and had come to Britain to begin his transformation, but that it was going to take a while because it was so expensive. Carla stood there thinking that he would ask for her number so that he could get advice for putting on make up, but he never did. So she excused herself and came back to the bar where we laughed about the whole thing. Not in a bad way, but you have to admit that having a transsexual tell you he wants to be you is not an everyday occurence, now is it? Next entry Previous entry Go to diary entries Go back home |