In general, it’s wonderful!
I notice people smiling at me all the time – maybe just a bit of a confused look at the very tall lady, but very rarely anything negative – and most often, when I catch the confused lookers staring, I smile at them, and their face cracks a big, wide-eyed grin.
Talking to people is amazing. Most tell me how brave and beautiful I am and, until recently, it was mostly genetic women who gushed over my appearance. This isn’t an exaggeration or boast, rather a report from the field.
Last night was different – everyone I spoke to had complimentary things to say, and I got hit on a few times by gay guys.
They were incredibly forward, but also very quick to understand that I am hetero and married – and perfectly lovely people.
This morning I had one idiot shouting after me, asking if I am a basketball player, and that I was fooling no-one…
Well I don’t try to – I am all about the realness. I hadn’t even bothered to shave – I was just getting breakfast. Not my fault that I’m 6′ 6″ in the heels I was wearing – and normal people don’t make personal comments about other people’s appearance.
I may have turned around, if he hadn’t shouted “Oi, mate”.
I don’t think so!
That dress, my boots and my blonde wig have “babe” written all over them, thankyewsomuch. I could see from reflections in shop windows that some guys and women were enjoying the view.
I hope he enjoyed making an idiot of himself in front of his friends, who did not join in.
Wherever you go, there’s always one or two idiots – fortunately they are in a tiny minority these days!
Most people are lovely.
- This reply was modified 1 week ago by Laura Lovett.