Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Damn, He's Prettier Than I Am, and Built Better Too!!

Somewhere in the not too distant past, I attended a conference in pre-Katrina New Orleans.  Neither my husband nor myself had ever been there, so, as the company was buying my ticket, we decided we could afford his and a couple of extra nights in a converted stable room very near the French Quarter.   We flew on a Thursday night and had until Sunday to play when my husband was going to fly on to Nashville and go visit his mother.  My conference started the following Monday.  Sweet huh?  Those were a few days that are burned forever in my memory.  One incident in particular will never be forgotten.

We were walking through the French Quarter just soaking it all in like any tourist.  If you've never been there, drinks are sold through street side windows and folks just stroll up and down guzzling whatever (and I was guzzling with the best of them).  We came to one establishment that billed itself as a "Cabaret" with Female Impersonators.  Now, I am thinking Cher, Joan Rivers, Barbra Streisand, right?  So, I pestered the hubby into going, because frankly, he would rather gargle ground glass!!  So we walk in, its a two drink minimum and we are between shows.  We get seated and very shortly, it starts, but WHOA, Nelly!!  This is not Cher, or Barbra, or Joan, or any celeb at all.  These are men in different stages of transgendering and they are drop dead gorgeous! and they are half naked!

I had never been in a "strip" club or any other type of adult club of that nature.  I was a little taken aback but not being easily flustered, I insisted we stay until we drank what we had paid for.  By the time we left, I felt so inadequate as a woman I can't describe it.  These guys were amazing.  Beautiful, toned, figures to knock your eyes out.  I have never looked like that in my entire life as a female!!  And the guys were just starting out. 

1 comment:

  1. LOL...what a great story!! I love the "would rather gargle ground glass" euphemism.

    And seriously...isnt it strange how sometimes men (even those trying to be women) can make us feel inadequate with our femininity??