Stacy_TG
Queen Bitch
- Joined
- Sep 11, 2015
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First of all, I'm not straight (far from it), but I am bi and transgender, and I'd like to share my story if I could.
I was 19, and I was driving this really cool '79 Trans Am with t-tops. It was summer, and I had them off. Just driving (don't remember where, and not important), and listening to the radio, when I came to a red light. A car pulled up next to me and an older gentleman (30? mid-30's? pulls up next to me, looks over and asks if I know where such and such road is. I was happy to help and explained to him where to find the street he was looking for. He then asked me if I knew of any gay bars in the area. I apologized and told him I did not, and that was the end of it.
Damn, if I had the time back, I'd tell him that he didn't need to bother finding a bar, but to follow me back to my place!
Another time I was working at a shop through my early college days. Mostly guys one woman. One of the guys was flamboyantly gay, but he was really cool. The newer member of the crew was always referred to as the "bitch". Which of course at one point, was your truly. This particular guy took real pleasure in calling me that. He would go out of his way to stop by some morning and ask "How's my sweet little bitch today?" I'd just smile and laugh, but damnit, if I could do it all over again, I'd reply with something like "If you're going to continue to call me a bitch you better treat me like one!"
He was in a relationship, so I thought it would be rude and improper.
I haven't been hit on since.

I was 19, and I was driving this really cool '79 Trans Am with t-tops. It was summer, and I had them off. Just driving (don't remember where, and not important), and listening to the radio, when I came to a red light. A car pulled up next to me and an older gentleman (30? mid-30's? pulls up next to me, looks over and asks if I know where such and such road is. I was happy to help and explained to him where to find the street he was looking for. He then asked me if I knew of any gay bars in the area. I apologized and told him I did not, and that was the end of it.
Damn, if I had the time back, I'd tell him that he didn't need to bother finding a bar, but to follow me back to my place!
Another time I was working at a shop through my early college days. Mostly guys one woman. One of the guys was flamboyantly gay, but he was really cool. The newer member of the crew was always referred to as the "bitch". Which of course at one point, was your truly. This particular guy took real pleasure in calling me that. He would go out of his way to stop by some morning and ask "How's my sweet little bitch today?" I'd just smile and laugh, but damnit, if I could do it all over again, I'd reply with something like "If you're going to continue to call me a bitch you better treat me like one!"
He was in a relationship, so I thought it would be rude and improper.
I haven't been hit on since.