I consciously choose to hang out in non-queer spaces in the city. I go to pansexual play parties and all kinds of gatherings (workshops, etc.) at the Citadel where I am often one of few transfolk/queers. And, I consistently find myself in situations where I am continuing forms of trans-education. I am still getting just as many fascinating and sometimes difficult reactions as I did in my hometown.
Why would I do this to myself? Didn't I move to the city to be a big ol' queer in a happy rainbow-land utopia? Well, sure, but not exactly. You see, I've always been a big ol' queer, it's just that here, in the city I have an actual gay, trans, and queer community (a lot of times these intersect, but there are times when I specifically go to gay men's events, i.e., where the bio-gayboys outnumber other numbers, like Fag Fridays/Dore Alley/15 Association) to partake in if I wish. But these communities hold their own languages, drama, and people, just like other communities I have been a part of and I find that there are gems and not-gems wherever you go.
I have close friends in poly-land, and leather-land, too. I simply have a need within myself to continue interacting with others who may or may not have had much experience with a transgendered genderfucker, like myself. I put myself into these situations because there are many that need to become socially aware that I exist, and that I am real, not just a grossly misrepresented archetype from the film 300, CSI, Law & Order or god forbid, the Discovery Channel.
I met a bio-guy in the city recently at a sex party I went to. It's funny for me to have gone to a sex party in my mind, because I don't do pick-up sex, namely penetration. I have engaged in public sex, mind you, but with someone I have a connection with and cares about me and who will contact me afterwards and regularly be in my life. Sexual behavior at a play party (sucking cock, hand jobs, etc.) is a frugal rarity that I leave open for discussion.
So I have this great time with this guy (I gave him a massage, you pervs) and we proceed to exchange info and chat for a few days. I informed him I was trans the evening of the party. Throughout our conversations it turns out he has never interacted with an FTM and I personally think (though I could be wrong) that he couldn't see the fuzzy boy with tits as the man that he is, and my queerness hit his 'I'm straight' hot-button.
We still met up for our date and it was fine, but very platonic and he hasn't contacted me since. I think this was a really fabulous learning experience for the both of us. All awkwardness aside, this was kind of perfect. He never treated me badly, was very sweet, and even opened up and talked a bit, but I could feel the 'guy' vibe take over and the 'romantic' vibe fade. I was fascinated by the whole thing, really. I hope he got as much out of it as I did, and I'm *almost* laughing about it completely. ; )
So I just found this:
How to get your hands on a Transman by Raven Kaldera which I though was a great read.
While I'm not on target with everything that Raven discusses, as in some of the things he discusses don't apply to myself, I think this was just a great read for anyone interested in dating transguys that don't have a lot of experience becoming intimate or interacting on a social level with transmen.
Gotta head to class, but those were some thoughts to ponder for the day!
Johnny