Sat nite I got a surprising realization how many Tgirls there are out there blending into the texture of everyday society. Also had a pretty unusual experience. It all started last Sat when my wife really surprised me by ASKING ME if I'd like to my favorite female impersonator bar in Montrose (near downtown Houston). While she has gone out with me while I was en femme probably a half dozen times it's always been at my urging, a few times with a bit of arm-twisting. She's become very good at not giving me a hard time about going out alone but she's not yet real comfortable yet (I think she is at least improving in the right direction) about being out in public with me (I only pass (sometimes) when seated, being a "vertically-challenged" 6'4" (in bare feet)). Then about the time the club would be opening for the show the heaven's really let loose with a huge thunderstorm squall with about 2"/hour for a couple of hours. When the rains let up, we could see that the street outside our house was up over the high curb and even up over the adjoining sidewalk (meaning about 3' of water in the middle of the street). While Houston is all in all a great place to live, this is an all-to-common occurrence. The place was built on Galveston Bay and extending about 50 miles inland but the elevation only raises from sea level to less than 50 FEET in the most inland suburbs. You out of towners may have a picture in your mind that all of Texas is like a scene from a John Ford western of high desert mountains, which does exist in west Texas 700 miles away in the Davis Mountains, but Houston is more of an extension of the swamps western Louisiana. By the time the waters receded it was about 1:30 and most bars close at 2:00 (including the place we wanted to go) because of a state law prohibiting alcohol after that hour). We were really disappointed, especially Venus because I had devoted about 3 hours to makeup, nails, and cinching in my beer-gut! Now, I'm a Christian, don't get me wrong, but both me and my wife have researched the Bible for any absolute prohibition from the Father or Son on alcohol - just a lot of demands for moderation (which I fully prescribe to). The gosh-darned Baptists who run Texas (or at least dominate the social agenda in the TX legislature while probably smoking reefer with the aging hippie stoners in Austin!) have continued to keep all kind of blue laws on the sales of alcohol (and other things) at clubs, liquor stores , and supermarkets with all kind of confusing rules.

OK, my diatribe is over. So anyway, after being literally "washed out" last Sat, this Sat we were really chomping at the bit to get out and have a really good time. Well I bought a killer two piece miniskirted skirt - sort of like a sexy executive assistant outfit but made a bit more risqué with a bold tiger striping and plunging neck line (if only I had implants and cleavage - alas!) as well as a new wig (my wife said it looks like something Peg Bundy would wear but what the hell, I like it, and besides I LUV Peg Bundy and think she's a babe!). We did make it to the club this time and had a great time (including my wife getting up on the stage during one of the audience participation numbers and cutting everybody up). She also struck up a conversation with the performer who she liked her show the best after I had introduced her to after meeting her at a previous show and the two really hit it off. At 2:00 after the club shut down it turned out that our cars were parked side by side and she mentioned that she and her two friends who came with her were going to an "after hours" club for more fun. She told us where it was and it was in a rather run-down working class part of town not very far but totally differently "special-girl-acceptance-size" from liberal Montrose. A few blocks from the club my wife asked me to get her a burger from What-a-burger before we go in the club as she hadn't eaten since about 3:00 (11 hours earlier). .

Not knowing the immediate area very well I pulled into a gas station that had a payphone a long way from the pumps to ask directions to the nearest one. After being told there was one nearby I headed back to the car and was immediately diverted by screaming and a young teenage or early 20's boy flopping around on the pavement in front of the door to the convenience mart/gas station. There was another boy in front of him who at first I thought was fighting the first boy but then realized was just highly distraught at what was happening to his friend , probably an epileptic fit. I told my wife that I ought to go over to see if he needed any help, but judging from my little TigerSkin miniskirt number I was wearing, the blue-collar neighborhood, and the 2:30 time she told me to wait in the car while she went over to help. She goes over and tells the boy to call his friend's mother to see if he's on medication for some ailment instead of wringing his hands and running around like a chicken with its head cut off, and other common sense stuff like putting his head up on his jacket and checking his tongue. Then she started praying for him (she's a highly modified Pentecostal who married a Drag Queen (or whatever I am) and sips beers in female impersonator bars occasionally) until the police and later ambulance showed up. During all this (over about 15 minutes) I had moved the car over to near the scene to get a better look and because I just had to go to the bathroom. Just after an uneventful trip to get rid of two split pitchers of beer (with me drinking 3/4 of them versus my wife), I was heading back to the car and ran into the attractive, well-dressed, heavy-set black woman who I had noticed had been there already at the seizure scene when we arrived, who was getting into her late model 4-Runner. Since she had probably seen the incident from its start I asked her what happened. She told me that the young man had entered the store to buy some food then got real ashen-faced and asked the clerk to dial 911. He then collapsed a few seconds later. She then asked me something a bit unexpected: "was one of the guys surrounding the seizure victim my 'boyfriend' ". I said no, but the lady praying was my wife. She then shocked me by saying that did I know that she was a man too? I was flabbergasted because she had a perfectly normal woman's voice and manner and even had a big round butt! What a scene it was: a boy recovering from a seizure, 3 policeman, 2 paramedics, a woman praying for the boy in tongues, and two 6 foot plus, 200 pounds plus Tgirls - and the two Tgirls were totally un-noticed and unremarked upon by the probably dozen or so costomers coming in and out of the store! WE'VE COME A LONG WAY BABIES! I know like this sounds like some made up fiction tale from a writer for the Jerry Springer Show but it truly is the truth (could anyone have made this up?). Well, to end the tale, we got our burgers, and by the time we got to the after hours club it was nearly 4:00 and it too was closed, a bit of an anticlimax but we were pretty drained anyway as you can imagine. Kind of glad I'll be going out of town next Friday on a business trip so I can have a relaxing, uneventful Sat night alone in my Motel Room watching CNN!