Jamila was a man!
I went on a date with my first trans man. look as a beautiful black woman.. I’ve been married three times so I don’t care who or what you are and believe me, what you look like … ..there was no mention on his profile on MORE FISH IN THE Mo’FkIN POND ..or something like that.
But we were getting on fine…
I asked him/Shim
“So what’s it like to change your own light bulbs?”
Jamila as he/she asked to be called, laughed, it was a strange tone high pitched with a testosterone infused deep guttural base. I still thought it was more weird a white woman wanting to be a man and looking at her a wimpy white man but choosing a black woman’s name was kinda confusing..surely he/she wasn’t that well armed? Was he/she hiding a big secret down there?
Jamila responded.
“Well, I get all of my straight mates to pop around and change the bulb but they always get into a debate on whether it needs changing or best to leave it alone as nature had intended…
We both laughed, the ice had transitioned into smaller liquid bits.
I don’t disagree with men or women wanting to transition, the latest statistics say that men have a life expectancy of 69 years of age compared to a woman’s who gets well into the mid 80s, so if i was a man in my 60s i’d transition to being a woman and stacking the odds in my favour. As I said, we were actually getting on like a house on fire Jamila was as happy as any trans woman finding a dress with pockets.
It wasn’t until the bill came at the end of our meal at a Harvester…
“So what’s it like to change your own light bulbs?”
It wasn’t until the bill came at the end of our meal at a Harvester…
OK I should have seen trouble but i’m cool, I don’t mind eating at white folks restaurant eating white folks food digging into beetroot and carrot sticks and white folks drinks like Baby Sham and Apple Cider but i’m cool with that shit so, when the bill came my boy was digging into his pockets looking blankly into his wallet as if a white magic rabbit was supposed to pop out, card after card was being declined and just when I was about to box his cheap ass,
The wanna be man man-aged to get one of his credit cards finally accepted…he could see the look of bemusement on my face and said.
“Jamila we had a great time didn’t we? I hope to see you again soon…”
I’m not going to lie I told him straight
“Sorry!”
and he/she goes on about me being trans-phobic.
I responded.
“Well after that trans-action, I can see you trans-formed into a cheap ass man who couldn’t even afford to take a real lady out to a crappy Harvester what’s next you take me to… Five Guys with your broke ass?
“I’m sorry!” Was the last I heard as I took my amazing ass out of the door.
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