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M -> F Transexual Post-Op Orgasms - A Personal Perspective

2006-11-11T08:11:00.000-08:00

I hope this personal information about my experiences before and after getting my sex-change surgery might help others planning to have surgery continue to have orgasms.

Having a pussy is nice, but if you don't have much sensation down there, that takes away lots of the fun. There are lots of transsexuals who never get orgasms after surgery. Some transsexuals have to spend so much time getting themselves to orgasm that they don't find it worth the bother. There seems to be lots of denial about this. Some of these post-operative girls will tell you wild stories about their multiple orgasms. I heard these stories before my surgery. But I also heard every now and then someone say that they have heard that everybody get a numb vulva. Being someone who wanted to have post-operative orgasms, I decided to get the odds in my favor. If I was going to be orgasm-less after my operation, I didn't want it to be by lack of effort on my part.

I figured I should train myself to have orgasms very quickly, so I masturbated with my penis and would concentrate on coming quickly. I've heard that there are some men who ( usually unfortunately ) can make themselves come in seconds. I had to settle for about three minutes depending on how aroused I was to begin with.

I knew I would still have the same anus after surgery, so I thought being able to have orgasms by anal sex alone might turn out to be a handy trick. Hours passed as I practiced anal sex with partners and by myself with dildos. That was all very fun, but I never was able to have orgasms by anal stimulation alone. I did however get to the point where I could have an orgasm with lots of anal stimulation combined with just a few strokes on my penis.

So with this preparation I ran off to Colorado to seek my new genitalia. The surgery came and went, and I was lying in a hospital bed with my groin wrapped like a mummy. And I was in pain. It felt like an alligator was going down on me. All this did not help me bond with my new body part. It was several days after surgery before I actually saw the Doctor's handiwork, and it looked messy. Everything was blood stained, bruised, and swollen. It all looked more like a big gash than completed surgery. Touching this part of my body seemed like a repulsive prospect. It all seemed so delicate and sore, I couldn't imagine actually having somebody shoving his cock into my new vagina.

After surgery I was instructed to dilate my vagina several times a day for about twenty minutes first with a small dildo, and eventually working my up to bigger ones. I really hated doing this for the first few weeks. I didn't like touching my vulva. It all seemed sort of mushy and icky. But I did as I was told, and things healed albeit slowly. While I was told that I could have sex within six weeks of surgery, I think six months would be the better estimate for when most post-ops would feel comfortable doing this.

After a few months I started dilating only once a day. Having to push something inside me and hold it there was sort of a hassle, but it not only helped the vagina to heal correctly, it helped me get used to my pussy. After a while touching myself didn't seem creepy. I started reading and looking at pornography while I had a dildo in me so I would start associating sex with vaginal penetration. For months I was practically numb in my genitals, and I didn't feel sexual at all. I was becoming worried. Very slowly I started getting some sensation back, not enough to have an orgasm, but enough to make stroking my pussy pleasant and arousing. It took me some months just to get used to knowing when I was aroused. Not only didn't I have erections to give me feedback about my state of mind and body, the surgery somehow changed the feelings of lust throughout my body (This subject deserves a book to itself, so I won't go into detail about these changes.)

After a year without an orgasm I began to feel discouraged. I was beginning to work on accepting a future without orgasms. I was still masturbating however since it did feel quite good. One night I woke up and decided to masturbate to help me relax and fall back asleep. Sleeping is frequently difficult for me. I was lying there for probably about an hour playing with myself when I started to sense that I was getting near and orgasm. I began pressing harder on my pussy using my whole hand to rub my vulva all over. Sure enough, and orgasm! You might think that a year without coming would set me up for a really big orgasm, but that wasn't the case. That first female orgasm was very weak. I imagine that many of my muscles had weakened from lack of hard sexual use.

After that first orgasm I was worried that it was some sort of fluke, but I managed to have another orgasm later that morning after working at it for 90 minutes. As the months passed sensation came back more and more and I was getting better at masturbating. By two years after surgery I was able to get my orgasms within a half hour. I wasn't getting orgasms from sex with partners, but I was pleased with my progress. A little after this time I met Scott who I would eventually marry. He was also the first truly regular lover I had after surgery. Having sex with a partner several times a week quickly got me to the point of having orgasms during coitus. Scott is a good lover, and this helped me lots. He was good at playing with my anus while having sex with me, and this helped me lot to have orgasms while making love.

These days I'm actually more orgasmic in some ways than before surgery. I find that I can have more orgasms in a day than I had before. This might be because I not have to keep an erection while having sex. So this all has a happy ending, but please note that all this took a long time that wasn't not all pleasant. I fear that many transsexuals do not keep rubbing, penetrating, and playing with their new genitals. I suspect that exposing my pussy to sensation very frequently helped me gain the sexual sensations I have now. It is so easy to cross your legs and forget about this new arrangement of flesh in your groin when you are feeling numb, but I think that sort behavior does not encourage the mind to think of the new genitals as sexual.

I should comment on other things that may have helped me become orgasmic. I was only 22 when I had surgery, unusually young for reassignment surgery. Had I been middle-aged when getting this done, I'm not sure how it would have gone.

The vast majority of those who have surgery have no problem with blood loss. I was an exception. I lost enough blood after surgery that I was given a transfusion. My blood has normal clotting characteristics, so I asked the Doctor why I bled so much. He said that he couldn't be sure, but maybe I had more blood vessels and greater blood flow in my genitals than average. It has always been a pet theory of mine that extra blood flow might have helped me heal thoroughly.

Finally, let me say that I am a very sexual person. I have always enjoyed getting aroused, masturbating, and thinking about sex. If orgasms were not so exciting to me, I wouldn't have bothered to try to get sensation back into my pussy. For those of you planning on having sex reassignment surgery and really want to keep those orgasms coming, make sure you stay sexual after surgery. You might not feel sexy. You might feel tired, sore, or numb, but continue to fantasize and touch yourself anyway. That my simple recommendation. I can't say it will work for everybody, but I think it is common sense and unlike so many things, it won't cost you any money except for the cost of the occasional dirty book or magazine.
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What is a transsexual woman?

2006-11-11T08:01:00.000-08:00

To me, a transgendered woman is someone who feels that she is fundamentally female (gendered), despite having been labeled as male since birth and raised as such by her parents. A transsexual woman is a transgendered woman who takes every step possible to align her physical form (her physical sex) with her soul, which includes medical, social and legal actions in most cases. Why do some people feel this way? I don't know. There are studies going on right now that suggest certain brain structures may be congenitally "female" in a transsexual woman's brain, or that a transsexual woman's brain may become feminized by certain hormonal conditions in the womb. These explanations seem likely to me, and seem to fit with my own lifelong natural tendency toward and identification with female identity. Some have asked, "How do you know what it is to be a woman?" and I can only reply with the question, "How does any woman know what it is to be a woman for anyone but herself?" We can never enter the mind, soul or body of another person and know the world from inside their experience of life. In the most factual sense, even the closest twin sisters in the world can only guess from what they see and communicate to each other, and from what the world communicates to them through speech and action, that their emotional, mental, physical experience of being a woman is the same for both sisters. In that same way, deducing from what I've seen in the past and what I see now of other women and they way they move through the world, and by comparing the feelings I've heard women express to my own feelings, I have confidence that I am a woman.

Though some were better at suppressing its expression than others in early life, with most transsexual women I have known, their gender was always a part of their soul and other people recognized it. And once they decided to transition socially, medically and legally, people recognized their womanhood on an instinctual level. Whether they were a plain, frumpy old lady with white hair, extra weight and no fashion sense or a hot, sexy young club chick. Whether people could tell immediately that their body had spent a long time under the influence of male hormones, or they were the softest, most delicate gazelle of a girl. They were obviously giving 110% in an effort to join the community of women, and people who met them for the first time knew at a gut level that they should be addressed as "Ma'am", "Miss", "she" and "her".

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What most non-TS people think about transsexuals

To put it simply, the average person in America falls into one of two categories:

Gross! I think transsexuals are:	"I'm really cool" and I think transsexuals are:
sick mentally ill perverted sexual deviants prostitutes gay	Funny Clowns Good at doing my hair, nails and makeup Outrageous!!! OMG LOL! Hot enough to sleep with as long as no one knows gay

A small percentage think we're cool club friends, but they wouldn't really introduce us to their jerk conservative brother or pals at the office. There's no way they'd set up one of their friends with us, unless he was a perv or... OMG that would be the ultimate prank! LOL! Wait till I tell him his date's actually a man... No, wait, that's not cool...

An even smaller percentage think of us as women, although if pressed they will say that we came to it differently than most women. This seems about right to me. I'm not eager to adopt the sometimes-mentioned "asterisk" next to my womanhood (She's a woman* * transsexual), and prefer it to be a piece of my history that is not favored above more relevant and current achievements. What if women who could no longer reproduce were asterisked, and referred to as nonsexuals? It would technically be accurate in some ways, and would apply to tons of post-menopausal women, or those who suffered from various illnesses or congentical conditions. But it's just not done, because it would be rude and cruel, and I'd like the same consideration. I'll never deny that I took the long way around to womanhood, but it's obvious to me that I am undeniably here now. And I'd rather not chat about that long trip when there are so many cool things going on now to talk about.

Many people attempt to dismantle or invalidate our identities with medical or history based attacks like these:

Your DNA is male, so you are male - This always makes me laugh, because the majority of people who say it would do well to even tell me what the letters DNA stand for. Fewer still could name the parts of a DNA molecule, or what they theoretically do. Science is only now beginning to map the human genome, and we are ages away from understanding the complexities of what each little pair of GAT and C mean for the human that is made from this blueprint. And in any case, these people have assuredly not had a DNA test done on my DNA, so they really have no idea what my DNA says, even if they knew how to understand that information. I don't even know... I've never had an analysis done. There are several diagnosable genetic circumstances which can cause sex variations, and probably many others that we simply do not know how to diagnose yet.
You were born a man, so you will always be a man - No one is born a "man" or a "woman". They are examined and assigned a gender based on visible external characteristics. The people who say this were assuredly not present at my birth, and I often wonder about the sophistication of OB/GYNs working in Nashville, TN in the 1970's anyway. Who knows what may have happened to me in the womb, what may have been diagnosable at birth, what things these doctors may have missed. Certainly the person attacking my identity does not know the answer to those questions.

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A note on sex work

2006-11-11T07:40:00.000-08:00

A note on sex work
have a few friends who do sex work and sexualized work (prostitution, dancing/shows, pornography) to supplement their regular income and to pay for transition. If you have any other option, I strongly urge you to consider avoiding sex work.

The young TG women I know who do sex work seem to have a variety of motivations. In some cases, it seems they think it's the only employment option we have. This can fueled by blows to self-esteem like being forced out of school or home. Lack of qualification for other types of work leaves them with the tough choice of low wage work requiring little skill or the potentially more lucrative and dangerous world of sex work.

One of the motivations for a couple of young women I know is a twisted form of validation and acceptance. They find the attention of clients validates their sense of themselves as women. They confuse a business transaction for an emotional relationship. Being an object of desire makes them feel wanted or makes them feel female, even if just for a little while.

Many sex workers I know have low self-esteem and try to use sex work to bolster it, in the same way some women mistake an abusive relationship as a sign of love. Most women who turn to sex work are vulnerable in some way, either financially or emotionally, and there are always people who seek to exploit that vulnerability.

I know a couple of sex workers who just do it for kicks. They like the danger and seaminess of the whole thing, and they like playing out a fantasy. That's fine, but it's important to understand that your fantasy may not match up with the fantasy someone else has for you, and that's when things can take a bad turn.

Many TS women who are involved in these fields end up doing drugs, since payment is sometimes rendered in drugs. This is a very slippery slope-- many turn to drugs to escape the feeling of self-loathing they have, but it quickly spins into a downward spiral of misery. I'm not just saying this to scare you. It's your call. However, I've been around long enough to see how hard it is on young women. Sex work ages you a lot faster than other jobs. A 25-year-old hooker usually looks harder than a 25 year-old who went to school and got a regular job.

I have no problem with this type of work per se. For some, it is a way to make tax-free money quickly, but it often comes at a high cost.

Safety tips

I have a list of safety tips below for anyone considering this line of work. Again, I recommend it only as an option of last resort.

Showgirls, exotic dancers, etc.

This field can be potentially lucrative if you're young and passable, but it's a pretty short career, and you have to be smart and disciplined with your money. You'll make a lot of tax-free cash fast, and it's easy to lose track of how most people live. The main thing to do is to set aside a specific amount each week. Also, don't keep putting all your money back into costumes for your act. There's a point where that makes bad business sense. In addition, it's good to have a plan for what you want to do after this career is over, usually by the time you're 30. That means it's a good idea to learn another skill for the job you'll need after you're too old to entertain. There's nothing worse than going from a life as a dancer with seemingly endless cash to a low-skill job as a waitress, etc. Those who don't prepare for something after their entertainment days are over often get a pretty harsh reality check when their income no longer matches the life they got used to.

If you are working at a club where they don't know you are TG, you must take extra caution to avoid a potentially dangerous situation. Regardless of if they know or not, you need to be really careful with fans. Most of them will be fine, but you might occasionally run into a creepy one. This happens to almost all entertainers at one time or another, so be careful.

Pornography

Some TG women get involved in doing phone sex or online porn. These are potentially lucrative options that can be slightly safer, but you must be very careful how you do this. Some people who use these services are very sophisticated at using clues in your conversation to find out where you are. Some are also good at tracing online trails and numbers back to their source, which could provide them with your address or other personal information. While phone sex is generally pretty anonymous, many callers will want to meet in person. Do not do this unless you have read the tips for street prostitutes and bar girls below. Doing pornographic scenes in photos and video are also pretty safe, but once you commit to taking sexual photos of yourself, they can easily come back to haunt you long after the original shoot. They will be copied, scanned and put online, stolen and used by other pornographers, etc. They'll basically take on a life of their own that's totally out of your control. This can be a problem if you decide you want to go straight later and leave all the porn stuff behind. This can be especially embarrassing if you goal is to have surgery and you are forever memorialized in film as a pre-op porn star.

Prostitution

I'm not really concerned about the legality or morality issues, although you must keep in mind that you could be arrested and fined or imprisoned for solicitation. Depending on your age and the circumstances, you could have a criminal record that future employers might discover in a background check.

Also, anyone who thinks prostitution is fun and romantic has watched "Pretty Woman" a few too many times. Besides the fact you'll probably end up with some pretty gross people now and then, prostitution can really be hard on your self esteem.

Men seeking the services of TG prostitutes are sometimes very scary. Many of them have issues about their own sexuality which can make some men seek transsexuals to use and then violently punish. It's their way of dealing with their own self-hatred for their sexual feelings. These men can be extremely dangerous.

The other extremely dangerous situation to avoid is sex work where clients don't know your status. If they find out you're TG and go into a homophobic panic, the consequences can be deadly. I know someone here in Chicago who had the side of her head crushed in and was stabbed a dozen times. All information indicates she was probably killed by a "date" who found out she was TS. They never found her killer.

The money is very tempting, I know. I was considering it myself at one point, and I have a good job. If there's any way to avoid it, please do. If not:

General tips

Negotiate price and service up front. Get the money up front. Always.
Try to use a condom, especially for anal sex. Use a lot of lube, too.
Do not work when you are high or drunk. You will be much less alert, and you'll be more likely to do something risky that you wouldn't do sober.
Wear shoes in which you can run, or that you can slip off easily.
Don't wear anything around your neck. Necklaces, scarves, key chains, etc. can be used to strangle or drag you.
Get yourself checked at a health clinic as often as possible. TG prostitutes and the men who seek them out have extremely high rates of HIV infection (as many as two-thirds of TG sex workers in some cities, according to one recent survey).
Carry a cell phone. You can call yourself and leave a message with a description, etc. That way they know you are not as isolated and vulnerable.
Work with friends if possible. If no one you know is around, pretend they are! Call to the nearest passerby something in the vein of "See you at such and such, at such and such time." Anything to let client know that you will be missed and have been witnessed leaving with them.
Share information with other sex workers. If you have had a bad experience with a client, pass the details on to others. Describe the car, his rap, anything that will help others avoid going off with him. Ask others about their bad experiences, too.

Try to solicit in the safest place possible

Fairly safe: take out an ad in the local alternative paper or on the net.
Fairly safe: sign up with a service.
Less safe: do it in TG bars with friends.
Least safe: be extremely careful on the street. Try to work with others.

Carefully observe the client

Listen to his voice
Observe his body language.
Listen to your female intuition-- if it doesn't feel right, there's a good chance it isn't.
Trust your instincts and be willing to turn customers down.

Try to verify any information.

Get a phone number and make sure it's a legit one.
If you get contacted through email, keep copies of any emails, especially the information at the bottom showing where it was sent from.
Get the license on his car.
Make sure a friend gets a good look at the client you're with, and make sure the client knows that someone else has a really good description of him.

Getting into a car

Make sure the client is alone. More than one person increases your risks.
Do a full circle around the car. Get the license.
Check behind the back seat to make sure that no one is hiding.
Always check door handles before you get in to make sure they work.
Make sure you know how to unlock the door before entering car.
Avoid vans, pickups, and SUVs, especially with tinted windows.

Going somewhere

Pick your own parking spots and hotels. Unfamiliar places are much less safe.
Check address. If client says he's taking you to one place, but pulls up at another, this may not be all he's lying about.
Unless it's a regular, avoid bridges and tunnels.
Generally speaking, the nicer the hotel, the safer the situation.
Don't enter a room if there are other men there. If others show up, you leave immediately.
When in a car or in a room, keep an eye on the exit at all times and do not let the customer block your access to it.
I advise against bringing someone to your house. It's much easier for a man to beat or kill you there and leave than it is to assault you at his place and then have to deal with getting rid of you.

Sex safety

Take charge of the situation. Try to control the whole encounter.
You are less vulnerable if you are on top.
Try to negotiate out of vaginal or anal sex, or get your customer off some other way. Many postoperative women are more likely to tear during vaginal sex.
Charging a lot more for anal sex may discourage cheap johns.
If you want to douche, brush your teeth, or use an enema, wait until you are done with work for the day or night to do so. These can make it easier to catch something.
It is wiser to give than to get. This goes for bondage, spankings, water sports, oral sex, and rimming.
It is never a good idea to allow a stranger to tie you up.
Decide for yourself what you will and will not do. Have a price list and time limits, and stick to them.

A final note about your earnings

If you are doing it, you must be very disciplined with your money. Having a lot of cash on hand makes it very easy to spend unwisely. If you are saving up for something, you need to set up a place to save your money. Deposit a specific amount of the money you make into an account you don't touch. Don't blow all your money on clothes and luxury items if you want to go straight quickly. You have to think of it like any other job and put aside the money you'll need for SRS, school, etc.

Finally, one of the toughest things about this kind of work is that once you start, it gets difficult to stop. You get into a social circle where that is your life, and it doesn't seem that shocking any more. It's also hard to go back to school or get regular employment if you've been doing sex work for an extended time. You get used to the cash and the hours, and that can make it tough to move on.

You must think long-term about what you want to do with your life. You have a lot to offer the world besides your body!

Again, please consider any other options first.

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2006-11-11T03:09:00.000-08:00

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2006-11-11T02:17:00.000-08:00

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Why a tropical party in winter? Cause I felt like it ;). This was another scary party for me because I thought no one would come. The day after Thanksgiving is a tough day to get people to come out, I thought. I was wrong. I guess if you build it, THEY WILL COME! We had an amazing turn out for this event. Far better than I expected. Sonia, my assistant out did her self in finding the cutest decorations for this party. We had sand, palm trees, flowers, parrots, and everyone got "leied" as they walked in the door by one of the hostesses. It was tikki lounge meets Las Vegas, with a twist. A great party over all.View

One Night in Bankok

Right after the Space Odyssey the club offered me that Friday night party I had so desperately wanted. I knew it was difficult for a lot of people to come on Thursday because of work on Friday so this was a true blessing. The deal was that I could get a Friday spot but I would have to commit to doing the parties once a month. I thought about it for a day after I consulted with friends and everyone thought I was a great idea so I agreed. The Bangkok party was really fantastic. The club had agreed to give us three floors and the decorations were simply my favorite so far; it just looked so beautiful. I knew at the end of the night that this was probably the largest ts party NYC had ever had, arguably probably in the world. This was when I realized that this party had become a huge thing and that it was something that people really looked forward to. We had taken the ts parties out of the dingy and sleazy bars it was accustomed to, and had brought it to a completely different level with the best entertainment, dancers, and stars. This was also the party were I started to dabble in wearing only body paint to the events, which is something I do all the time now.

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Shemale Carnival

By the time I decided to entertain another event I had decided to do it on my own. Everyone has been asking when the next party was and I was not really sure because I had so many bad experiences with the organization of the past events. I figured I could do it even better and on a much bigger scale, so I contacted Club Shelter and sought to do the event on my own. At this point I knew I could do a party and people would show up, it was just a matter of making it exciting and well organized. But, doing just a regular party was not really interesting to me. I wanted to make it a special event that would attract a high end customer and make it something I would enjoy doing. It then became my goal create something that people had never seen before at a tranny party. I had loved the old theme parties in Miami & the old Suzanne Bartsch parties that I attended it as club kid and sought out to create that same atmosphere that I had not seen in a club for a very long time. The carnival theme was actually inspired by a party I had done a long time in Miami called "Boylesque" (many moons ago I used to do weekly parties in Miami as well as work as entertainment director for the same club). I contacted ShemaleYum & GiaDarling and they agreed to sponsor this event as well. We were lucky enough to get a Friday (which is very difficult in the night club business in NYC) and preparations began. It was quite a challenge for me to prepare for this party as I had recently had undergone a jaw reconstruction surgery in which I had a difficult recovery and had suffered from post surgery depression. Doing the shoot for the flyer proved very difficult because my face was extremely swollen and it all had to be done at certain angles and was just very depressing to look disfigured on camera. Even when I look at the party pictures from that night my face looks so odd an uneven to me due to the swelling. Still, I never expected we would get about 500 guest that night; it was mind blowing. We only had one floor available and it was packed all night. This was the first time Gia Darling & Joanna Jet had made a personal appearance in New York and it was wildly popular. To this day I think we had some of the best shows ever that night. Some girls opened with Lady Marmalade from Moulin Rouge, Amanda Lepore did her Burlesque balloon act, Raven from Atlanta ate fire, and Cashetta did a magic show, it was fabulous! From then on, I decided every party had to have a theme and entertainment to go with the theme.

Previous to this party, I had 2 other events @ other clubs on a smaller scale. They had been experiments in finding out how big of a market & need there was for this type of event. My birthday is actually July 8, but I thought it would be fun to do a big b-day party and incorporate adult entertainment stars into the event. The first three parties (including this one) had been in conjunction with another tranny promoter who had introduced me to the party business. This was the first time we did the party @ Club Shelter and it happened so by accident. The other location where the party was scheduled had last minute problems and could not host the party. I was furious because we had similar problems with the last party at the very last minute as well. This was all after the fact that ads had been printed and promotions had been done. Luckily, the evening turned out to be a success with over 300 guests in attendance. And though the events were still not fine tuned, nor was there any decor, theme, clear organization, and so forth, this was the first time we started doing photo shoots, porn star appearances, and photo shoots; now traditions @ the events. This was also the only party that my friend, the late Susan Shah, made her only appearance as a special guest. Susan committed suicide in October of 2004 while suffering from depression. She was very generous this evening to grace us with her presence and donate videos for the giveaways.

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2006-11-10T15:58:00.000-08:00

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Joanna Jet's Videography

2006-11-10T15:33:00.000-08:00

Hi All,

I often get asked in which videos I have appeared and what I did in each of these videos. I have therefore put together this videography and included a quick line about each one.

I think I will start at the beginning:

Title: Transsexual Beauty Queens 15
Studio: Androgeny
Release: March 2002
Quick Words: My first commercial video appeareance. Teamed up with Czech genetic girl for some oral and fucking (sorry, no anal on this one :-)

Title: Shenale Sex Pistols
Studio: Androgeny
Release: April 2002
Quick Words: Solo scene for the new series for Androgeny which has gone on to great success. My cumshot over the blac leather chair was well received.

Title: Transsexual Beauty Queens 16
Studio: Androgeny
Release: July 2002
Quick Words: Scene shot with a guy and a girl who were two eastern block porn pros. This was the video that got me noticed and was also my first on-screen train and DP.

Title: Transsexual Centerfolds 5
Studio: Androgeny
Release: September 2002
Quick Words: Scene with a dominance edge as I do my thing in a leather waist clincher and black thigh lenth boots. My first on-screen topping but I got to bottom too. Sucking the guys dick straight after I had cum all over it raised a few eyebrows!

Title: Shenale Jet-Set
Studio: Altered State Productions
Release: September 2002
Quick Words: The first video out of my studio. I had two scenes in this one. A switch scene with a guy and which I still consider to be one of my best guy/TS scenes. The second scene is the now legendary TS/TS scene which I did with Vicki Richter. It was also my first TS/TS scene on video.

Title: Shemale Jet-Set 2
Studio: Altered State Productions
Release: January 2003
Quick Words: I perform in a scene that was shot in a British fetish club with a pierced and shaved fetish genetic girl. My second TS/Girl appearance and my first scene without condoms.

Title: Transsexual Prostitutes 21
Studio: Devil's Films
Release: February 2003
Quick Words: A scene with two guys and makes it different from all the others was that I was not on the receiving, just topping all the way. It was also my first shoot for Devil's Films.

Title: Shemale Jet-Set 3
Studio: Altered State Productions
Release: March 2003
Quick Words: Two scene for me on my third video release. The first scene is a switch Guy/TS scene and I like the spontaneous feel of it. The second scene was a TS/TS scene with Lisa Kage and made for a rare event, an interracial TS lesbian scene!!

Title: Transsexual Beauty Queens 18
Studio: Androgeny
Release: March 2003
Quick Words: I return to the TBQ series in a scene where I, very unusually for me, bottom only with just one guy. What it does mean is that you get to see me get fucked for longer and I pull of a great reverse cowgirl cumshot too.

Title: Shemale Sex Pistols 4
Studio: Androgeny
Release: April 2003
Quick Words: Another solo scene for the masturbation series from Androgeny. Plenty of dialog and dirty talk as usual :-)

Title: Brazen Shemales #1
Studio: Altered State Productions
Release: May 2003
Quick Words: My second series and features Vicki Richter and I in action for 112 minutes with each other, a girl and two guys. This video has the strongest hardcore I have ever done including ATM, my best on-screen DP and a double anal.

...And coming soon: Transsexual Beauty Queens 19 and Shemale Jet-Set 4!!

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Falling in love with an Escort, a fictional story by Joanna Jet

2006-11-10T15:30:00.000-08:00

"That will never happen to me" you say with ultimate confidence but do
not be so sure. I am an escort and I can assure you that it does
happen. Sometimes you do not notice it early enough to be able to nip
it in the bud. By then you may have reached the point where I may start
to think "Yeah, this is possible, I can make this work!" but have you
considered the hurdles you will need to overcome whether you are like
me, the escort or you, the guy involved in this liaison?

OK, so where do we start? How about sex? as this is the most likely
reason why we both met. It was great, right? we both got our rocks off
big time and either one or both of us shot our loads like never before.
When we get together, it's fireworks and we seem to be able to read
each other's sexual cues and do the right thing at just the right time.
Then it comes to the pillow talk afterwards and we seem to always have
something to talk about and our time together always seems to end far
too quickly. You walk out of the door after a big cuddle and a tender
kiss and as I shut the door, you are already trying to work out when
we will meet again, as you know I could never show that level of
emotion unless I truly had feelings for you? errm, actually no, it may
simply be that I am randy bitch that knows how to give a true GFE, that
I have seen enough men to know how to push the right buttons and I am a
naturally good conversionalist, which means that I am simply a real pro
who knows how to get a regular clientele.

We move on a couple of days and you think, "why don't I give her a call,
ask her out for a drink?" so you pick up the phone and call. Unbeknown
to you, I have had a shitty day, a bunch of no-shows, an abusive
arsehole on the phone and a guy who was too big and didn't seem to care
that I had tears streaming down my face from the pain and then, later
that evening, the phone rings. I answer and hear the voice of one my
favourite clients, one that treats me like a human being and seems to
enjoy my company for more than just the sex and he says "Hi, it's Joe,
how are you doing? I'm in the area and wondered if you fancied a
drink?".
This is where I make the ultimate mistake. "Sure, why not" I say, as I
think how nice it would be to lose myself in alcohol and have a nice
chat with a friendly person. "Great" you say as you now know that I am
endeared towards you and I am willing to give up earning time to be
with you.

So we meet at a local bar and I am glad to see you and you are pleased
that I did indeed show up and was not simply pulling your strings. We
start to chat about our usual things and you ask "How was your day?"
and as a pro I automatically reply "Oh you know, the usual, nothing
special but OK" and the first screwdriver goes down all too easily so
the second one chases after it and by the third, the pain in my arse
starts to numb and my professionalism starts to slip and by the fourth,
I start to mention details about my personal life, which is not such a
good idea, but you seem to have a look of understanding in your eye,
which tainted by the vodka, gets me talking a bit too much. The fact
that I am now talking about things that you would not usually expect
to hear makes you feel even closer to me and the attraction grows
stronger.

Then the cellphone rings. The tired look in my eye suddenly vanishes
and my eyes sparkle at I talk to one of my regular clients, asking how
his daughter did in the skating tournament, whilst at the same time,
arranging a date and time for his next visit. Now of two things can
happen at this stage. Either, it dawns on you that I am just one hell
of a pro who knows exactly how to make her clients feel good and you
realise that maybe, just maybe, I know you just a little too well and I
consider you nothing more than a valued client or..... you feel a
strong pang of jealousy that I seem to be getting on so well with
another man and you wish that the sparkle in my eye was only ever
pointed in one direction, yours. If it is the former, then I have just
lost one of my regular clients as you see that I can duplicate quite
easily that bond that you thought was quite unique, you no longer feel
so special and all you see in front of you now, is a hooker who is
simply damn good at what she does. Or it's the latter, you now see
every one of my clients as potential competition and you decide that it
would be so much better if you took care of me and got me away from
such a torrid business.

Time moves on a little bit and it turns out you were the type that got
the pang of jealousy. So you start sending me flowers, I got
lovey-dovey emails and you tell me how special I am and it now becomes
clear to me just what the situation has led to and I now have to make a
big big decision. Do I tell you straight up that it was a big
misunderstanding, that I should have never let things get this far? and
hope that I will not get a nasty kickback, that you will not call me a
cheap whore who teases men, is incapable of love and is just, at the
end of the day a money grabbing bitch and then hang up the phone on me
as I am left yet again to stare for a few hours at the bottle of Valium
and sitting next to it, enticing me, the large bottle of vodka. Or do I
go down the other road and roll with it, accepting the love and
affection whilst knowing that things will only get more complicated
from here on.

So I jump in all the way, now we are an item and we go out for a meal
together holding each other closely and feeling the warmth from each
other as we walk down the street to the restaurant. The meal gets off
to a perfect start and the wine is fine and then it happens, it's that
cellphone again, ringing it's dreaded tune, begging to be answered,
vibrating across the table trying to work it's way closer to my hand
and I look at you. I can see that you do not want me to answer it but
I need the money, I always need the money, there is never enough for
what I need to do and it never comes in fast enough and in an instant
my hand snaps to the phone like some possessed demon and my suggestive
inviting voice oozes down the phone line. Oh no, it's my best client,
the financial broker with the Porsche who always tips me extra, buys me
gorgeous lingerie and who always has a joint waiting for me every time
I arrive at his fabulous penthouse overlooking the whole city and to
top it all, he has a great body and is a wild wild fuck. What am I to
do? he wants to see me in an hour, wants me to stay the night, he says
he has a special treat for me and I know just how disappointed he gets
when he can't get his favourite girl, usually shunning me for a few
months, leaving me to wonder whether he has a new favourite? and so it
happens, "sure darling" I purr down the phone "I will be there.... yes,
I will wear that La Perla set you bought for me, with the garter and
stockings I promise" and in a final whisper "with no knickers of
course". During this whole conversation, I can see you shuffling
uncomfortably in your seat as you know that we will not get past the
entrees, that I will get up, get my coat, drop by the apartment to do a
quick change into "that" lingerie and that within the next couple of
hours, some stranger you have never met is going to be fucking me
senseless, taking me from behind, holding on the garter belt, driving
his cock deep me into whilst I will most likely be squealing in delight
just like I do with you.

So, where it does it go from here. Well, the call will come a day or
two later and once again, it comes down to two possible outcomes. The
first is where you say "Look hon, I think you are the greatest and I
think so much of you but I just can't handle the thought of you fucking
other guys, even if it is only for the money. It is obvious you like
what you do and I can't make you stop so we will just have to go our
own way. Sorry hon, but it ain't going to work" and the valium and
vodka now glow like neon signs on Broadway, whispering to me "you know
it is always going to end like this, why put yourself through it?". Or
perhaps the conversation will go something like this, "Hi hon, I was
really upset when you had to leave but I understand why you did and
what I really want is for us to be together and I will do whatever it
takes to make that happen. I will look after you, give you the things
you need but I just need to know that you will be mine" and I reply
"OK, come over and let's talk about it" knowing that this is the stage
where it will all fall apart, that it will be over and we will both be
heartbroken as we both realise that we simply cannot make it happen but
a there is faint glimmer of hope and I hang on to that for that brief
period of time before you turn up at my door.

"You earn how much?" you say in astonished surprise, you whole body
lifting from the couch, "where does it all go?" and then you learn why
girls like us do what we do, it is the need to be the perfect woman,
that unrelenting need to perfect oneself and the willingness to spend
anywhere between $20,000 and $100,000 on cosmetic surgery and
procedures to reach that goal and even should your love be so strong as
to be willing to spend that much on me so that I give up the game and
become your one and only, will I remain faithful? will I miss the
variety? will I miss the guy in the penthouse? and finally, will you
still love me when I turn my cock inside out and call myself a true
woman? or does it really boil down to the fact that you love my cock
and the way that I use it?

Before you let yourself fall in love with an escort, consider how high
the stakes may be and be aware of just how much each or both of you
will have to change to make it work. Sometimes, the status quo is the
best option and perhaps accepting that it will always be business but
with a personal edge is the best way to go.
Will Prince Charming turn up at my door and sweep me off my feet? Maybe
he will but I doubt he will show up as one of my clients?

Truth or fiction? Let me just say that I keep the valium and the
vodka at different ends of the apartment.

The End.

2006-11-10T14:42:00.000-08:00

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Another Day, Another Dollar, , a fictional story by Joanna Jet

I wrote this story as a consequence of meeting some people  who lead a
very different life to mine. I tried to publish it as I was asked if I
could submit a follow up to "Falling in love with a TS Escort", as that
story had created a great response and made the site a subject of
discussion on Internet forums which increased their traffic and their
exposure.

When they read the story though, they sent back an email in which they
said that whilst the story was both attention grabbing and an easy
read, it would be far too controversial, even for them and they would
be worried that if they published the story, they  would be considered
as wanting to degrade transsexuals and alianate those that might see
themselves as someone portrayed in the story.
And so it remained unpublished, up until now. I decided that I should
release it as I consider it to be a strong reminder that we do not all
lead a charmed life and that those that we sometimes consider less
worthy or "trash" sometimes have more courage than all of us put
together.

So what is it about?

It is about just one night of a transsexual prostitutes life, as she
works her trade in major city. It is written from a very personal point
of view, reflecting her thoughts and actions as she goes through a life
that is cruel and unforgiving.

I have also added an epilogue that recalls the events that led me
to write this story. You will find it after the end.

When I met the girls that provided me with the substance for this
story, I was given the chance to talk about and see into their lives
for a brief moment in time.
I walked away one just thought. Be humble. I hope this story creates
a similar effect on you.


Another Day, Another Dollar
---------------------------


It's been one of those days, hanging around the appartment all day and
waiting for the phone to ring with someone that's worth it. A bunch of
shits just want to jerk off to my voice, a whole bunch of others try to
get me on the cheap and the rest never make it to the phone box on the
corner just like they promised they would.

So it's 11 o'clock and I haven't turned one decent trick today so it's
time to hit the streets. I grab my shortest miniskirt, put on a skimpy
string top and my sluttiest heels and grab my short coat, so that
everyone can see my arse, which after all those silicone injections,
is by far my best asset.

Fuck it's cold, I hate this fucking weather. As I walk down 44th, a few
cars honk and a bunch of pimply teens wolf whistle from their car as
they shoot by holding their cans of beer. I get to the corner and look
around. No cop cars which makes a change and I wait for some traffic.
A couple of guys slow down to get a good look but I am either not
blonde, too buxom or just simply too tall for their taste and they
don't stop. I can feel the cold biting into my hands and I rub them
together and blow on them in an effort to keep them warm. Hey, hey,
what's this? pretty nice car and he looks like he is going to stop too.
As he pulls up next to me, I put my hand on the top of the car and lean
forward towards him so that all he can see are my gorgeous breasts
pulling against my skimpy top. My nipples are erect from the cold and
they are getting his attention. At least he can't see the goose bumps
on my legs and the fact they are turning a pasty colour from the cold.
"Hey doll, what you offering" he says, talking to my breasts rather
than to my face. "A good time if you like it wild" is my usual answer
and I wait to see what he says next. "I've got $50 bucks, what can I
get?" Aaaaww shit, a cheapskate but $50 will help keep my cell going
for a while longer so I reply "I may be cold but my mouth is nice and
warm if you know what I mean" and I give him that practised smile as I
look between his legs. It seems to do the trick and he pats the
passenger seat. A quick look around for cops and I get in. He speeds
off and the warmth of the heater feels good on my legs. "Anywhere
private we can go doll?" I tell him to head up a couple of blocks where
there is a lot on the back of a closed diner. He then says to me "Can
you play with your pussy for an extra $10 while we get there". Oh shit,
he thinks I'm a GG. If I pull my cock out, he is going to freak, I am
going to lose the $50 and I am going to have to walk back so I give him
a big sad puppy look and drop in the bullshit "You now, my pussy is
really sore from the last guy so can I just rub myself a little through
my panties and it will be for free?" He already has his cock out and is
wanking so his brain has turned to mush by this point anyway so he says
"OK then". Phew, that was too fucking close but we are almost at the
lot now and I use my whole hand to rub myself so that I cover what my
panties are not and to try to think of my rent bill so that it does not
get bigger.

We pull into the lot and stop. He sits there with his cock in his hand
waiting for me to do something so I have to give him the reminder and
rub my finger and thumb together. What is he thinking? that I will find
his cock so fucking gorgeous that I will give him head just for my
satisfaction? Oh please, give me a break!!! He gets the idea though and
pulls out a serious stack and peels out a single $50 note. The guy is
loaded and goes for $50 tricks, just my day. Then again, I woulnd't
even have got the 50 bucks if he had found out what's between my legs,
so the cash drops in the purse and I pull a condom out and with a
practised move, tear the packet open with my teeth. The wrapper goes
out the window and the condom is on his dick before he can even mention
bareback. I lean over and start my trade and he makes the right sounds.
I feel his hand come over my shoulder and he grabs my breast and
squeezes way too hard to be comfortable. He puts his other hand on the
top of my head and tries to push me further down on to his dick. Fuck I
hate it when guys do that. I am getting him going now and he is
breathing way faster but then he tries to move his hand down between my
legs, shit, I wank him even harder and this brings him over the edge
and both his hands move to my head as he pushes me down. I am fucking
gagging but he doesn't care and I feel him tense and then buck a few
times as he cums. He finally lets go and I take a big gulp of air as I
come back up. He's got that stupid grin on his face as he pulls of the
condom and gets rid of it. I give him the smile and say "any chance you
can drop me back?". He seems reluctant now that he's got what he wanted
but he figures I will start making a scene (too fucking right I will)
and so he drives me back without saying a word. He pulls up on the
corner of 44th and as I get out I say "see ya" and he replies "Sure
doll, see ya". Not even a thanks from the fucking little shit.

Once out of the car, the freezing cold hits me again and I see two
other girls standing around. Those two are bad news and consider this
their turf so I start walking up to the next corner, the last thing I
need is a faceful of bruises again.
I stand around again and watch the cars pass by, way too few but then
it is a monday night. A few pull up but they are mostly just losers
wanting to talk to a real live hooker and then wank over it later. A
guy seems interested but then mentions the ATM and I know he ain't
coming back. I see the two other girls get in a large sedan. Stupid
jerk, I wonder if he realises his little threesome is going to cost him
his whole wallet? and phone and whatever else they can get their
thieving hands on. At least they are off the street and well away from
me for a little while.

An old beat-up station wagon pulls up with two guys in it. Not good and
I keep my distance. They offer me $250 to go with both of them back at
their place. It's fucking good money but the car and the clothes don't
match the offer and if they do have it, it ain't much use to me if I am
stone dead in an alley and with these guys, all the alarm bells are
going off. I tell them I don't do doubles but they should come back in
about half an hour and there will be two girls around that will be up
for it. They seem happy with my answer and drive away. Cool, maybe I
can get those two bitches off my case, but I doubt it, those guys will
have probably bitten off more than they can chew!

A pick-up truck comes to a stop, I look straight in and the guy looks
OK. His eyes are a little glazed and he looks like he has just spent
the night in a bar but he is not slurring his words and he's from New
Jersey so I am feeling pretty comfortable. "Are you a tranny cos if so
you are damn hot!" I like this john and the smile is genuine "Sure am
darling and everything in working order too". "What's you rate
sweetheart?" yeah, this is looking promising. "$150 and you can come
back to my place, it is just around the corner and you will get a good
time". "Are you top or bottom sweetheart?". "For you, I will be
whatever you want to me be". "Great hop in". Perfect, I can get off
the street and will make enough for the day so that I don't end up
falling asleep with Jack Daniels. A quick check for cops, the last
thing I need is to get busted when I've pulled a decent trick and I
get in.

A quick drive around the block and he pulls up near my appartment.
I tell him "It ain't luxurious but it's a good location" but he doesn't
seem too bothered. We get in to my place and I immediately put the
heater on. His hands are already over me and I remind him that we need
to sort out the cash. He nods and appears like he just simply forgot.
He pulls out his wallet, counts me out 150 bucks and hands me the
notes. I quickly disappear into the other room to hide the money (you
don't do that mistake twice) and come back in swinging my hips and
giving him the come on. He seems well into me and his hands are
everywhere and I can tell he just wants to get down to business which
suits me just fine cos I can then get to bed quicker. I tell him to
strip and he struggles a little to take off his socks (at least he is
taking them off) as the drink is affecting his balance. I hope he
hasn't drunk too much otherwise he will spend ages trying to put a soft
dick in me or even worse, will take forever to cum. I get on the bed
and get a condom out of my purse. "Is that for me?" he asks. "That's
the way it works". He is already halfway up and I start to wank him and
I can feel him getting hard in my hand. Thank god for that, he ain't
too drunk. "It would be really nice if you gave me head bareback, make
me feel really good" he says but he is too late and I pretend not to
hear as I slip the condom on with my mouth. After a few seconds he is
really hard and as I bob my head up and down on his cock, he looks
pretty pleased with himself. I can feel that he is getting pretty horny
and hope that I can keep the blow-job going till he cums but he is on
the case and he moves my head away and says "I want to taste you". I
reach over for another condom but he already has his mouth around my
cock and I figure that if he wants to take the risk, screw him and let
him get on with it. All guys think they give great blow-jobs but like
so many, he is just shit at it. I bite my lip as his teeth grate up and
down my cock and he is wanking me like he is trying to fucking pump up
a tyre and I have to tell him to ease off a little. Eventually, thank
god! he decides he wants to fuck me and asks me to go doggy so that he
can see my great arse (the injections were worth it). He tries to spin
me around but I get the chance to put some lube on the condom and some
more up my arse before I get into position. I feel his cock pushing
against me as he tries to find my hole and when I try to guide him in,
he pushes my hand away saying "Leave me to it, I like the challenge".
Weird but then again, I have had a lot stranger so I leave him to it.
After a few seconds, he finds my entrance and pushes it in in one go.
Ouch!! that fucking hurt but guys don't seem to give a shit about that
when they are screwing a whore. Something doesn't feel right though,
the lube isn't working as well as it should and my arse is getting
sore too quickly. My heart starts pounding as it dawns on me what might
be happening. I reach between my legs and feel his cock as pushes in
and out of me and it's no there!!! the bastard has taken the condom off
and is fucking me bareback. He has a firm grip on my hips and I am
trying to pull away but he is slamming into me harder and harder. I
scream, fuck it if the neighbours hear, and twist myself around and
feel him fall out just as he cums all over the sheets and all over me.
I start hitting him as the tears stream down my face but he punches me
square in the jaw and I fall off the bed. I curl up into a ball in the
corner, sobbing and feeling some teeth wobbling around and blood
dripping from my mouth. He just looks at me and says "Bitch, I was
going to have a fucking amazing orgasm and you ruined it" He gets up,
walks out of the bedroom, puts his clothes on and calmly walks out of
the door.

I don't know how long I stayed curled up in the corner, crying
hysterically but eventually I walked to the bathroom and douched. Won't
probably do a blind bit of difference but worth a try anyway. I look in
the mirror and see staring back at me someone who looks like they have
been served a death sentence. I am pale, my mascara has run all down my
face and has mixed in with the blood seeping from my lip and gums. I
can already see one side of my face starting to swell and the mirror
goes foggy as the tears fill my eyes once again. I look for jack to
comfort me and although each mouthfull hurts like hell, the bootle
soon empties and I feel myself go numb and eventually sleep overcomes
me.

It's daylight outside and my head hurts like hell and for one brief
moment, I don't remember what had happened the night before but then
it comes back in a rush as I see the dried cum on my body, I remember
what that bastard did to me and I feel my heart sink. I knew I would
feel this way every morning for the next six weeks and then after the
test, possibly for every day of my life afterwards. I get up, naked
expect for my heels and wobble to the bathroom. I lose the heels,
shower, scrubbing myself almost raw, dry off and look in the mirror.
The bleeding has stopped and my teeth seemed to have settled. There is
a bump on my jaw and the bruise is going a nasty yellow brown but I
have some heavy foundation that would cover it up.

The phone rings and I answer. A voice at the other end said "Hi, I saw
your ad in screw. You look like a real babe and wondered if you were
free?". "Sure hon, with a cute voice like yours, of course I am free.
If you want to come and see me, you need to......".

Another day, another dollar.


The End.



Epilogue
--------

What could have compelled me to write such a story?

It was because I was permitted to glimpse into a world in which I know
I would never survive, that I do not have the determination or courage
that is needed to make it through each day of this world and I want
people to know a little of what I have learnt, to appreciate their
lives a little more and not to judge character from someone's
profession.

And this is how it all started.

I was in New York for a few days, doing a spot of escorting out of a
midtown hotel suite. This is always a good earner for me as TS escorts
in NYC do not work at the exclusive level, which leaves me a nice
little niche to work every couple of months or so.

From what I had learnt from various sources, the majority of TSs
worked the streets, some worked for a madam which gave them a place
and the lucky ones managed to get flats uptown or in queens to work
from. The NYC girls were described to me as hard and tough, mostly
mexicans with some brazilians and argentinians thrown into the mix.
They stuck together and trusted no-one outside of their community.

I was curious and I wanted to talk to these girls. I wanted to find
out if we had anything in common. After all, I was a shemale and they
were shemales. I make money from offering sexual services and so did
they. I wanted to know what they would make of me.

So I went to Edelweiss (now shut after being busted so many times
by the NYPD). It could only loosely be described as a club. It was
a place where johns would go to meet transsexuals working for tricks.
It is where many of the girls went to so as to avoid working the
street.


When I first entered Edelweiss, I was immediately excluded and avoided.
I was a transsexual but I was different. I was a white girl that was
dressed sexy but not the type of dress that would work well for
hooking, It is common knowledge (as I was to find out later) that white
shemales look down on latinos and I was probably in the club so that I
could sneer or look down on the girls. I stood alone and watched as the
girls made their suggestive moves to lure potential tricks and used
heavy eye contact to draw in the guys looking to score.
After a while, I became an object of curiosity. I had not tried to
put down the girls, I had been approached by johns and had worked them
just like the other girls in the club but all the johns ended up
shaking their head and walking away. And so it happened, one of the
girls approached me and with a look of scorn, spat out "Why are you
here white bitch, don't you know that you are not welcome. If you want
tricks, get them elsewhere". I replied "I am not here for tricks, I
could get them if I wanted but I don't want to. I've finished for the
day and my last john told me about this place so I came to check it
out, that's all". I still do not know whether it was my reply or my
British accent but the girl immediately eased off. "This would not be
where I would go after work though" she added. "Well I'm from out of
town and I don't know any better (a quick smile) I am not here to make
trouble, I just wanted to talk to other girls that do what I do. There
are not many of us in England and by the way, I'm Joanna". She now
seemed much calmer "No shit, maybe I should get my ass over to england
then, we keeping fall over each other in NYC! an english shemale hooker
eh, well we sure as hell don't see that everyday!". I was glad she was
smiling now "Yeah, I'm a pretty rare species, but even 3000 miles away,
there are johns and as long as there are johns, there will be girls
like me to give em what they need". She laughed and replied "Joanna,
you were one crazy bitch walking in here on your own, but you stood
your ground, you seemed to work the johns as well as any of us and
you have that english accent that makes eveything you say sound funny.
So you want to meet us eh? I'm Silvia, welcome to New York and do me a
favour, the next time you decide to shift your little english arse into
a club, ask someone who knows about the place first OK? come on, I want
you to meet some of my friends, you are really going to freak them
out".

And so she drags me off downstairs and over the next few hours, I got
the chance to meet some amazing people, hear incredible stories, some
of which had me in hysterics, others almost in tears. They told me off
for not having the first clue how to work my booty and I received some
nice compliments about my legs and my tattoo. We talked shop and they
knew from the way I described some things, in a way that only a hooker
could know, that I was the genuine article, not some dumb blonde who
thought it would be call to pretend so she could hang out with hookers
and for a brief moment in time, I was allowed to be part of a world
that skims along the very edge of society and is populated by people
rich in personality but for whom, the prospect of being financially
rich is as foolish a thought as the one where a john falls in love with
them and takes them away to a life where they can just be a girl that
looks after her man.

When I finally left (after a few too many Edelweiss specials which came
from under the counter as they has lost their liquor licence some time
ago) I returned to my suite in the top midtown hotel and I felt awkward
being there, as I knew that just 10 minutes ago, I was with a bunch of
amazing individuals that many never slip between the thick pressed
sheets of king bed in a 5 star suite, but I do know this, some of them
will not stop trying and I really hope that some make it. They deserve
it.
The following morning, I woke up and wrote "Another Day, Another
Dollar" in one sitting.

To each and everyone that I met in Edeilweiss on a Wednesday night in
February 2002, you have my respect and admiration. Please take care
girls, it's a tough world out there but you do not need me to tell you
that.

Joanna

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2006-11-08T20:02:00.000-08:00

Too many times the TG community gets dumped on. Whether it is by an internally frustrated homophobic alpha male, a catty gay man, a mean spirited Lesbian woman or just a clueless tourist, the community does endure more than it's share of crap. But, are we perpetual victims? Do we need to be?

This past September there was quite an incident at East of Eighth, a neighborhood bar & restaurant at 254 West 23rd Street in New York City. I know the place quite well. I used to co/own, promote and host a trans-party there once a month. We would convert the upstairs restaurant into a trans-party that usually drew between 100 - 160 people on the 2nd Saturday of each month. The party often spilled into the down stairs bar where Jack was pouring drinks, and it was a great time.

My friends and I would go to the downstairs bar every week, usually Friday and/or Saturday to start off our evening, before heading into the night for clubs unknown. We liked the staff, management, and clientele, and they liked us. Word began to spread and before long we started seeing more and more girls coming there to have dinner or party at the bar.

I used to joke that when they built East Of Eighth, my friend Jamie was already sitting at the bar. She was a regular and got along with everyone. On this particular night, she leaned into the bartender and said, "wow, Jack, it looks like tranny central in here!" Without warning Jack exploded into a verbal tirade loud enough for all the girls to hear. His words made it obvious that they were no longer welcomed there. His frustrations, which had been apparently brewing for some time, included that the girls, 1) were tying up the two bathrooms to change and do their makeup, 2) using the bar as a meeting area, but not ordering anything (some girls even brought there own) 3) not tipping appropriately, 4) and lastly, coming in such numbers that the good paying gay customers were staying away. They should have read my article "How To Survive the Gay Bar."

The outrage from the T-community was swift and harsh; calling for Jack's job and lawsuit. The emails were flying around the community and everyone was jumping into the fray. Some called for calm while others suggested negotiations and bar-wide conditions be set. Then there was those still on the warpath calling for staged protests.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. When the dust settled down the protest idea was losing steam, but the conversations about getting the bartender fired and a possible lawsuit were still quite potent. Another suggestion was for the bar to change some policies; suggestions were offered. These included putting signs in the bathrooms to remind people to limit their time there, and start a bar-wide 2- drink minimum.

I'm sorry did I miss something? Would you go to a restaurant as a man and use their bathroom to shave? Would you bring your own liquor with you? Are we children? Do we need signs to tell us how to act like grown ups? Unfortunately a few T-girls lacked some common courtesy that caused this mess, but the community jumped in on the "We've been discriminated on" bandwagon. Although some of the suggestions -- in the heat of battle -- had good intentions, we as a community need to understand that by making those suggestions we are actually saying, "we are different, treat us differently," while we chant, "treat us fairly, we're just like everyone else." The trouble is you can't have it both ways.

East of Eighth was a bar that welcomed the t-community for years with open arms. For some t-girls it was their first steps into the mainstream. The bar didn't just decide to change their position against the t-community without cause. This incident should be a wake up call: If you choose to go into the mainstream you have to act accordingly. If you can't then you hurt your fellow sisters, so stay home in the closet!

We have to stop playing the victim and continually using the trans discrimination bandwagon: or we will wear out the wheels. There are real discrimination cases across the globe where people loose jobs, face mental and physical abuse, and in some cases die. What happened at East of Eighth was tranny stupidity, pure and simple. So here's an action we can take: "Get a grip, grow up and get over it!" But, most importantly, learn from it. As always, be happy, be safe, and think pretty. Shem Dot

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