Last friday on "Go Texan Day" (a big day opening the Houston livestock and rodeo celebrated all through the city - people dress up in cowboy(and cowgir) duds in most of the schools and businesses throughout the city), I headed to my favorite little female impersonator bar for an evening of entertainment, socializing with other Tgirls, and best of all - drinkin' cheap pitchers of beer . I've told all the regulars at Cousins' that I'm married and my wife has even come to the club a couple of times with me, but I was actually asked for my phone number and a date by a real cute 25 year old black guy. I told him no and that I'm straight but that I sure was flattered (someday when you're a fat old 39-year old with long ear and nose hair you'll know what I'm talking about and what a thrill it was to be asked! Kind of means that "the look" is finally coming together).

I really had an experience later in the evening'. I've been there enough times that the performers all know me and when the Tara and Kara twins did their Ike and Tina Turner Review medley, they invited me and two other TVers at the bar in front to come up on stage and be "Ikettes". Like I said it was Go-Texas day and I was dressed in black boots, black cowboy hat, a black and gold lame tight spandex and nylon blouse, and black silk short-short hot pants and shiney tights (I was told that I was quite a site, she said modestly). Venus was a tremendous ball of energy throughout the 3 or 4 song medly. The highpoint came when ,upon getting out of synch with the other two dancers, I improvised and did a Chuck Berry cakewalk across the floor down on one leg followed up by a beer-fueled Russian Cossack dance squated down near the floor. Tara then nearly tore out my cruciate ligaments in my knees when she jumped in my lap while I was cossack dancing for a second or two. Now Tara is a very slender girl but not made of helium and Venus is NOT a professional dancer-athlete. I'm going to have to work out more before attempting that trick again! Two genuine girls in the audience , including a real cute law student, actually bypassed the pro performers in the front of the stage to stash dollar bills in the front of my shorts and in the "cleavage" of my bra (I hope she didn't feel the chest fuzz). The cleavage chick was visiting from Chicago and didn't know me and I'm hoping that she mistook me for one of the professional female impersonator performers. It's probably more likely that she thought I was part of the act as a comedienne for comic relief! [Hope that doesn't make me a "Ho" for accepting money. :-) ] It sure was a strange day spending the first part of the day dressed in denim jeans and stuff looking like a macho cowboy at the office and the last part as an Ikette. Ironically though, both the cowgirl and cowboy look shared the same black leather cowboy hat and unisex cowboy boots.

It really gives my mind and soul a tremendous sense of freedom to be able the fluidly oscillate from a feminine pole to masculine pole like that - perhaps neither pole all the way one way or the other (Gordon Liddy to Cindy Crawford) but at least a range comfortable to Venus! Sure hope some day that society will accept this sort of gender flexibility in all people and in all situations without recrimination and retribution. Lots of scandals and wars might have been prevented if G.Gordon and Saddam Hussein were able to relax in a pretty teddy and hose every now and then and didn't have to assert their manhood by burglery, chicanery, and genocide.