Deeinboston08

Dee in Boston
New Hampshire
& God knows where else!

New England -2008

It’s been over a year since I last spent some time in New England but I think I can say I’m making up for it now. As
always arriving into any airport first thought is has the case made it and if it has did everything make it past security or
am I about to be asked some tricky questions in front of my mates. Things are looking good as the flight is on time and
my luggage eventually appears. Only customs to clear and the mates problem will recede for a while. Making doubly
sure the customs form is filled in right and being polite gets me through smoothly while someone with me gets selected
for a check. Whew!

I get to my hotel with about enough time to get ready and head up to Manchester NH to meet with the Sisters of
Manchester at their new venue - the renovated Club 313. The hotel I’m in is hosting a couple of weddings and there
area lot of teenagers and young guys hanging about. While I’m dealing with makeup and wardrobe anxiety I notice a
bunch are playing basketball right by my car. They’re still there when I’m ready to go so I step out and make it to the
car without anyone asking me to shoot some hoops for them. I had some height on several of them -without the 4”
spike boots! I got going OK and pressed on at a good clip North. I did back off a little after being passed by an
unmarked State Trooper while doing about 75! Getting arrested I know from a couple of visitors in the US is a
nightmare - while dressed unimaginable! What should have been a round trip for me of just under 150miles turned out
a bit longer. I got to Manchester OK for about 11.00 and within a block of the club - as I learned much later. But it is
hard to find and I wound up North South East and West of Manchester, never mind the club. I spent over an hour and
covered another 40+ miles finding it so only got in the door about 12.30.

Correction, I got to the door where I had my driving license at the ready for ID after having to strut back to the car last
year from Pure in Boston or no entry. You can buy a BIIIIGGGG gun in the US and drive an even bigger car at a very
tender age but no way are you going to get near a beer under 21!! One of those cultural things.

Problem - I think my Irish Driving license is a hilarious form of ID but this time the staff are not amused and heads are
shaking. If you don't know New Hampshire, then watch out for the strictest ID rules I've seen this side of Immigration.
They wanted my passport which I'm not inclined to schlep around with me. Saying the license was acceptable in Boston
did not help! So I went on to the travelling for 24 hours and all the way from Ireland and so on. Still no good but I sure
wasn’t turning on my heels and retreating. So I gave it my best doe-eyed li’l ol’ me and took up as much space as
possible until they decided to call the manager. Ahhh - a chink in the icy resolve.

After the manager was summoned they very reasonably made an exception. Just as well, something was going to
happen - I'd been up and on the move for most of the previous 24hours and the hour and more spent trying to find the
place hadn't helped. To be honest I think the most likely outcome was me throwing myself on the floor and wailing! The
staff were very nice though and I apologised for being unaware of the stricter ID requirements.

I walked in to the club expecting to have to hunt for Danielle the SofM host. I was pretty certain she was going to be
there but I wasn't expecting to find a big crowd of Sisters and it was a really pleasant surprise. I got a great welcome
from Danielle and Ashley -who founded the whole Sisters and regional families deal only a few years ago. I also met a
few new girls including Sheila who gave me the guided tour of the club and a dancing lesson - kinda Tango - but it was
about the same as what happens to a waltz, quickstep, set dance, etc when I barrel about anyway.

People in the club were all friendly and there were a couple of drag acts with one memorable finale with the splits which
I found troubling to watch! Imagine doing the splits between two handrails - butt a metre off the stage.

FYI if you ever visit the East Coast watch out for the DQ acts getting tipped much like pole dancers and strippers. The
first time I saw that it was in Jacques in Boston and I mistakenly formed an impression I was in a meat market. I didn’t
like Jacques anyway and never went back there but don’t be put off when the stage acts start getting notes wedged
into the usual places.

So I must have been there for all of 30 minutes when the lights went on but it was still worth the trip. I went and got a
coke to juice myself up a little for the 75 miles home - a little anxious I’d stay awake. Keeping the aircon cold and the
stereo loud and the cruise control off did the trick and I got home about 3.30

Sunday I dressed down in my new long denim skirt and went window shopping at a typical big Mall - got read a bit but
no headaches. I did have one moment in a big store when two asian guys got excited about spotting me at a distance
with a share of nudging and nodding in my direction. I confess I bottled it and scuttled away all embarrassed and
flushed. A few minuntes later I regained my composure and went back to where these two guys and their wives were
looking at shoes. I walked up behind them and reached in to look at a shoe. A little awkaward shuffling each side of
me but no comments or pointing. I like to think it was my confidence but suspect being two foot taller and about twice
their weight…..!!

Some nice shops but I realized Macy’s is almost too expensive for even the clearance rails!! Here’s my day look and
the door frame shows you I’m not kidding about my height:

On Sunday night I met my long time pal from ManRay’s days, Lori for drinks in the Club Café. It was quiet but made for
great service from the staff and perfect for catching up. It also meant parking was a breeze! However getting home for
2.30 to start turning back in to Cinders for breakfast at 7 AM was a damper plus it was time to straighten out the room
too so the maids could get in!

And fooling around - got a few looks from passing traffic here as Lori was slow shooting and I kept sliding down the
bonnet, er hood!?

Wednesday I sidled out to Worcester and Club Blu where I got what felt like red carpet welcome from Tanya and the
Worcester Sisters who had a great turnout. I also met Ashley again - she does a great job of supporting the regional
branches of the Sisters of Boston. As well as meeting Evie and Tanya again from my last visit I met many lovely new
people. Tanya recently took on the moderator role for Sisters of Worcester and she’s simply brilliant at it. She
organises pizzas for people dashing in after work and personally welcomes everyone on the night as well as taking me
around and introducing me to all the girls and the bartender. That’s something Ashley set the bar on and it is very
welcoming.

Despite being there until closing I didn’t manage to spend as much time as the conversations needed with every one
there but I enjoyed meeting them all. Flashbacks now I think about it include
Married couple Sammi and Vickie - who’s hermaphrodite/Double X chromosome (I think I have that right but she’s
basically both sexes in one body and does workshops on the subject) sharing a bunch of photos from a big event in
Georgia - Southern Comfort if you want to look it up. Great pix and some really nice evening gowns.
Oh yeah and Vickie testing my gender radar with various photos of her doing both male and female was fun - I think I
passed!
Charlene showing me her driver’s license photo - hilarious- no-one’s ever going to recognize her dressed!
Chatting with Lorin, Tanya and several others about all sorts of important stuff in life including the real important stuff
of where to shop - sorry I can be a bit shallow! Some of what we talked about was actually quite heartfelt.
Tanya showed me a photo too showing her in boy mode. Another jaw-dropping transformation.
I also met Joe the super smooth and very charming bartender and although we had the dance area to ourselves it
seemed like really friendly crowd out in the main part of the club while I was at the bar.
Having a very nice looking GG come over to tell me how much she liked my boots. They were killing me but I was able
to soldier on after that! I;m not sure I’ll ever wear them again though - I was near limping the next day!

Friday night is the Sisters of Boston - the mother ship- night out but they meet a way North of Boston and too far for
me to get to before they might wrap up their meeting before the real socializing. I’d been in touch with Ashley and while
I couldn’t get shot of my mates early hoped to hit Boston about the time the Sisters might have been coming down to
the city after their weekly meeting. Given the final destination on a Friday night is always a fluid decision right up until
it’s made I planned to ring Ashley and find out where everyone was headed.

I got to Boston about 10.30, eventually got parked and went in and got a beer in the Club Café. It’s a very lively spot
on a Friday with a night club and it was really busy. Between my phone not working too well and other things the
contacting Ashley part of the plan didn’t quite work out but I ’d already kinda settled in to Club Café with a beer and it
was a lively night there. I chatted briefly with a couple of girls who noted I wasn’t local but my polite compliments about
how friendly people were drew blank stares and a comment that New York was way better. Then in the Ladies I shared
the mirror with a serious looking Drag Queen. I made what I thought was a witty comment about being overshadowed
by her very impressive bust but just got that DQ look - you know- the withering one!

A few minutes later back out in the club a lovely looking girl came over to tell me how much she liked my look and my
dress in particular. I replied I loved her hair and she said something about “this ain’t about me“. I really wasn’t quite
clicking when it came to conversation starters or even icebreakers!

About then I did get Ashley on the phone and learned the Sisters were staying up North and off to the Village Green so
I headed off to Pearl a Lesbian Night Club and found it OK - street parking was impossible - like Big Surprise! After
about 30-40 minutes trying I gave up and used a high rise. The area was very busy and noisy and it seemed like a lot
of cruising going on - even in the high-rise car park. I decided to leave my coat in the car and walk to the club.

The usual Boston curt reception from the doorman but this time no problem with having to produce ID. $25 flat parking
fee and $10 entry - I don’t care where the Sister of Boston are - I’m going to be here for a while now! Pearl was
heaving with people and there was a great atmosphere. It took me quite a while to relax but relax and enjoy it I did -
especially when I figured out where the cool air vents were to be found!

While moving through the crowd two beautiful really well endowed black girls stopped me to tell me how fantastic they
thought my dress was and how well it looked on me - Pearl is pretty dark! Mindful of my attempts at conversation not
working so well so far I looked down at the two girls and the one who had spoken and said something real subtle like “
Thanks and your t**s look amazing”. Both girls just bust out laughing - now I’m getting this conversation thing down . I’
m on the East Coast - cut to the chase and say what you think!

I think I was the only Tgirl there which might account for the number of incredibly warm compliments I got although I
must admit a great many seemed aimed at my dress rather than the overall package as several girls wanted to know
where I got it.

I also met a guy who albeit a bit wobbly was very charming. We had a bad start when he drunkenly blocked my way
and he muttered something about having my wig off. After a few minutes I wandered back over to him and asked to
have my picture taken with him. That worked and we got a couple of pix in and everyone smiling. In fact about 10
minutes later while sitting at the bar on my own he came over to ask why I was on my own and sat down to keep me
company which was lovely. Half Italian and Half Irish he informed me on hearing my origin - the top half is Irish and the
bottom half is Italian. I didn’t take offence on the reflection on Irish males in the love stakes and concentrated instead
on the heart piece of the equation! A particularly funny moment was when my new friend mentioned not being out as
gay at work which is when I asked so you’re gay?. He laughed asking did I not notice and I said I’ve learned not to
assume and that people often assume I’m gay. He did a double take, looked me up and down slowly and made the
classic comment “WeEHLLLE HeLLOOooo?????.

Maybe you had to be there but here he is along with another girl I was chatting with:

To really put the icing on the cake, late in the night this lovely girl - a mere two feet shorter than me came over and
asked if I’d dance with her. It was very nice and she had some lovely friends all equally nice so I was very sorry when it
seemed the lights came on early and we got kicked out. I got her picture but no email address in the rush but she was
down from college in NH and staying with friends.
Forgot to ask permission to publish a clear face photo but had to include the smile:

So out into the street and I’m weaving through the crowd milling about and this serious looking black girl with
cornrowed hair and a tough way of squinting at the passing world though her cigarette smoke kicks off a conversation
along these lines: “Sister that dress looks amazing on you” I thought the translation of that was if it makes me look
good it’d transform her.
Next: “I’m gonna be needin’ that dress for next Friday night”. Now this is said without a trace of a smile and in a tone
from two women that immediately had me imagining what I as going to look like relieved of my dress in the middle of
Boston. I gave my best smile and said it’d probably be too big for her. I know, I know but it was worth a shot.
“ What size is that dress - I want it for next Friday”
about a US 16.
“Damn it looks good on you - where can I get one”
Sold out in Stephen’s Green Mall in Dublin Ireland about two years ago - Sorry!

Finally a wry smile and some glimmer of hope I might get to wear my dress a little longer that night.
“ Well you have a good night sister and work that dress!” and so I did and on up on to the main street with a huge grin
on my face.

The grin froze a little as I saw literally hundreds of people on the street and I mean in the middle of the road - nearby
Roxy night club had just emptied and things seemed a little heated right where I had to go to cross the street. But
before I could sweat that I see 5 young black guys coming toward me across most of the available pavement and they’
ve definitely clocked me. Why didn’t I bring a coat? But too late for that, head up and step forward with an outward
show of calm, thinking I’ll settle for a wig snatch if it doesn’t prove any rougher than that.
As I meet them and am forced to walk through the middle of the group they slow down and all take a long look and next
thing I hear
“Man you look good” and “ great ass”.
I‘m not sure I feel safer but my face splits into a huge smile at a gang of guys coming out with lines like that in the
street where they’re heard by everyone! I’m liking Boston big time at this moment!
I turned and smiled back - I couldn’t not smile at this point it was all so amusing but I didn’t slow down and walked on to
cross over near the Roxy.

About then I notice several door staff restraining one of their own who’s stomping after a guy who’s being hauled away
by his crew. The door guy has a big Maglite in his hand and he’s damn near hitting the other guy with it and the whole
crowd is getting in on the action. I stride past feeling just a bit anxious and on into the car park to grab the elevator.
Two black guys are standing beside it and one is taking a leak. Nice but no choice but to wait for the elevator and not
to look or see anything!

Then two couples come around the corner - great some company. Maybe not so good - two very short, very sharply
suited but open shirted Alpha males -Latinos I think- with their equally well dressed ladies and I know I’m not quite a
role model to either sex in this group. Again smile and no eye contact but where is that damn elevator is flashing in my
head. Meanwhile the other two guys are about done and one is now telling anyone who’d care to listen but especially
me that his friend, currently zipping his pants up, is really into me. How do you answer that? Bette not seem keen but
equally better not be dismissive. I smile and start rooting in my bag. Elevator arrives and I resist forcing in first - Just!
Thankfully my new ‘admirer’ and his pal don’t join us but things are suddenly very quiet but Hey! I’ve important stuff to
do in my bag and don’t seem to notice there’s anyone else in the elevator. That worked for all five of us and they all
get off a floor below mine and I’d parked at the top for just this reason and I was pretty happy to get to the car. I
grabbed a pic of me looking over Boston with a full moon behind me and then drove home in great form after a really
great night out.

Me and my ride:

Arriving home:

And flopping down trying to figure how I‘m going to get eve tying sorted out and packed for a 9.00 flight!

Boston Rocks compared to when I first spent a few months there years ago and if you’re visiting there’s some great
local and very welcoming support from the Sisters groups and there are also some very nice places to go if you want
to fly solo.

I might add a part II to this as I may get to a Halloween Party Saturday!

xDee