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in California.
Over all, it was definitely a fun visit and one I would love to make again or make permanent.
I haven’t had a chance to make this post since I left for San Fransisco the following day. So here is a couple of photos from that day:
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It was a weekend long birthday celebration for a new friend 
I met Mark thru one of my friend’s from work. Friday night’s destination was Valentines. Valentines isn’t my favorite place to go but it’s really close to Mark, Jackie and Karina’s place so it’s a popular destination because of that. The bar/club is a dive lol. It’s not that bad though. It’s really small but who cares when you’re there with your friends right?
Mark got shit-faced lol. It was great but it’s his birthday, he’s allowed to! He’s also a tad um, under-age too. Karina gave one of the dancer boys a few bucks to shove his ass in Mark’s face. It was great, he loved it! I got to meet a couple other friends of Karina. They’re all so cool and a lot of fun to hang out with
One girl did catch my attention while I was there. She was this skinny ass girl wearing thigh high white stockings, panties and some sorta top. I figured she was one of the dancers there considering she was half naked lol. Anyway, she was like 6ft tall and cute. I later found out she was the son of one of the performers. I was like, OMG no way! She looked good and I hadn’t given her a second look that way. So, instantly she became more attractive to me 
Alas, she looked straight though. Chatting away with guys all night when she wasn’t dancing. She looked me up and down like once that I saw but you know me, too chicken shit to even say hi without forcefull um, push. Eh, anyway, the night ended with Mark getting kicked out for being drunk/drinking under-age It was late, time to go home anyhow.
Ya, I know I’m looking rough. I have only been up for like an hour
Saturday’s destination was Flirt. We had a nice group show up. Tori brought a date and one of her friends from work as well. I have to admit, the drag shows at Flirt kick ass and I’m not that big into those kind of shows. They have one performer who sings live. She has such an awesome voice and a really hot body too. I gave my first dollar ever to a performer last night. Her name is Amy Demilo. She is really beautiful, I like to watch her She gave me a kiss when I gave her the tip. Mmm, cinnamon flavored lip-gloss 
I ran into a girl I know from group last night as well. She introduced me to her new roommate Kelli. Kelli moved to St. Pete from like Michigan or something a month ago and works at the laser place I go to. She’s like 23, started transitioning when she was like 14 or something like that. She’s cute but again, likes guys. Booooo! She also is friends with the performer at Flirt that sings. Eh, maybe a friendship can pop outta this, who knows.
Later that night as I was dancing alone, again this girl like comes up to me and starts rubbing on me. I’m like hmm, she’s cute, about my height or a tad taller. I’m like hell ya So we dance for a song and then she just like waves bye to me and disappears. I never saw her again that night. Oh well, maybe it was a parting gift lol.
It was a late night. Tori, her date, Josh and I ended up at the Village Inn for food at like 3AM. There is nothing like hashbrowns and pancakes at 3AM after drinking and clubbing! It was a fun dinner to say the least lol. I didn’t get to sleep till like after 4Am last night and been up since 930 this morning. I had such a great weekend! It’s nice to have some friends
Something I have learned this weekend: drinking top-shelf liquor does make a difference in your mood for the rest of the night and is kinder to you the next morning!
So I finally went in for an eye exam and picked out a couple of frames. I lost my previous pair of glasses like 5 months ago so it was about time and now I got some cash saved for them.
I got a pretty good deal, $260.00 for two pairs of frames. The frames are of different styles, how cool is that? What made them expensive was the anti-glare coating I purchased for the lenses. I also have a year and a half warranty on them. I’ll definately post photos later when I actually get them
So, apparently I have an astigmatism in both eyes and that is the reason I have less then perfect eye sight. That sucks. My vision without corrective lenses is 20/40; I guess that’s not too bad.
I’m freaked out now though. I didn’t realize when he did the Glaucoma test that that f’in blue light is like a probe that touches your eyeball!!! Christ, if I had known that I wouldn’t of let him do it!!! OMG I feel creeped out. Ick.
So now a juicy part lol…
As I’m driving home tonite from work, I get this call. Guess who it is??? The f’in eye doctor! I didn’t realize it at first until he said so because I didn’t remember his name. Anyhow, he was like oh don’t worry, I’m not calling because something is wrong with your eyes… I’m thinking, hmmmm… I mean we talked a bit during the exam about all kinds of stuff, kinda just like chit chat you know? He told me on the phone that he enjoyed talking to me this afternoon and that he wanted to know if I wanted to grab lunch with him sometime!
WTF, the eye doctor grabbed my number off the info page I filled out while I was there and called me to hit on me! OK, as like probably all you guys know, I’m not into men but I didn’t tell him that. I was more like, wow, I’m flattered, I’ll get back in touch with ya. There was more said, some more chit chat but what the hell… isn’t that like kinda unprofessional?
For an older man, he was good looking. Italian decent and well built. We had a few commonalities while chit chatting this afternoon. I guess the best part of all of this is that he didn’t read me at all and apparently my voice sounds just fine What a confidence builder
Leading up to fulltime, I often wondered what it would be like to live as a female. How would it make me feel? Is it some sort of feeling that is like wow, this is different? Actually, it is different but not in the way I thought it would be.
I suppose living part-time and going out here and there over the past couple of years softened the blow. I remember the first time I walked into a public place wearing a skirt, the first time I went into a women’s bathroom and the first time I was ma’amd. All memorable occassions. So how does it feel? Not much different really.
The difference though is how I feel about myself and my emotions. It’s been said before, it’s not the clothes, or the boobs, or the vagina that makes a woman but rather the self. Being able to freely express myself and be me has had an over-whelmingly positive impact on my life. I didn’t quite realize this until recent introspection as a result of listening to others talk about related stuff.
Often, I think, “Wow, I can’t believe I’ve done this!” I look in the mirror and I really see a difference and it makes me giggle with joy. Looking back just a year ago, remembering how much I hated looking in the mirror because I still saw this guy. The liberation to act how I want to without castration from men because I act like a fag or something.
Even simple little things like watching a TV commerical and actually laughing at it out loud. I never used to do that. Life just sucked and things like that just didn’t bring joy to me. It’s amazing how little happy and funny things can affect you when you aren’t surrounded by a wall of sadness.
I’ve never looked back and I never will. I have no regrets and I have never been happier in my life. To anyone who hasn’t made it this far or even started to, there is a light at the end of the tunnel. You just have to reach it
My name is Erin. I was not always named Erin and I was not always a girl. One could argue that I am not a girl, perhaps a boy or both; maybe neither.
