Friday, June 20, 2008


Okay, tonight is the night - my date with my tranny - and I am a bit worried.

Via the internet (Thank God for the internet) I found that the proper term is: Transman.

I can hear it now..."Mother, this is my date...the transman." Sounds like a superhero (ine), doesn't it?

What I don't know is if my transman has a vagina or a makeshift penis; and to be honest, I don't want to find out.

What I don't understand is this: If a woman thinks she was born a man, and goes through hormones etc..why would she be attracted to a gay man? I mean, wouldn't she be attracted to a woman?

Life on the island of Manhattan: Why is it so confusing?


Anonymous said...

We will all be waiting with breath that is baited for all the details.

Anonymous said...

Manhattan is not confusing. You accepting a date with a transexual. You are nuts. Not the city. Wackjob!

Anonymous said...

its tough enough making love work in any situation,just look at this as some kind of dating experiment....and you are boldly going where no gay man has gone before....who are we to judge, if it works out for you then mazel tov,if not, you will have another great story for your devoted readers...susan g

Anonymous said...

okay,its saturday afternoon wheres my update??????? i think i speak for everyone when i say that we are all alittle bit more than curious as to how things went lastnight! End the suspense...susang


well, it was a tad odd - I will post on Monday.