This post will involve two topics: my latest Pride adventure and an upcoming coffee date with an early 20-something transgendered man. (female-to-male)
1: Pride Film Festival
Our little town's Pride schedule is a busy one, with a Pride event being held seven days in a row. The day after the Pride Breakfast, I skipped the Pride church service officiated by several LGBTQ pastors, honouring folks who were killed because of their orientation. A nice thought, but having to go to church? Meh.
But I happily went to our Pride Film Festival. After several LGBTQ shorts, the feature was Cloudburst (2011), an adventure-comedy about two elderly lesbian nursing-home escapees who embark on a road trip to Nova Scotia to get married. It was sort of a geriatric, lesbian Thelma and Louise. Filmed in Nova Scotia, it premiered two years ago and will soon be released on DVD. Cloudburst has been featured in LGBTQ film festivals the world over.
Along the way, Stella and Dot pick up a handsome, hunky hitchhiker, Ryan Doucette, who left me in a permanent state of arousal. Although the storyline centres around a lesbian love story, there were enough views of male nudity to keep the horniest of gay guys happy: asses, cocks and balls.
While the film had it's plot flaws, I laughed out loud more during this movie than any I've seen. Watching Stella (Olympia Dukakis) rhapsodizing about the cunt made the movie well worth the $5:00 admission.
The most notable thing about the screening was the fact that 90% of the audience were lesbians, some of whom were slim and attractive lipstick lesbians. But the vast majority of the lesbian movie-goers were massive ladies wearing (not kidding) flannel shirts, work boots and really butch haircuts. They looked like they came in from killing and skinning a moose for supper. I found most of them deeply unattractive, scary, even. Is it a general truth that gay men are afraid of lesbians?
But where were all the gay men? Of the 100 attendees, maybe ten of us were men. As well, it seemed that most of the Pride organizers were lesbian women. Perhaps men, gay or straight, just rely on the women in their lives, whether their wives, mothers or lesbian friends, to organize their social lives.
- Favourite movie quote: "If I were on death row, I'd request my final meal be right between k.d. lang's legs."
- My movie rating: LOVED IT!!! *****
- Favourite audience moment, for me: Dot (who's blind), accidentally climbs into bed with a hot, naked, middle-aged man who has beautiful, muscular thighs and beefy ass. When the audience gets a prolonged view of his pendulous cock and balls, the entire audience of tough, butch lesbians squealed as one: "Ewwwww!!!!" Too funny!
B: Coffee date with a transgendered man. 18 months ago, we hired a painter to help prepare our marital home for sale. The painter was a slim, blonde young woman named Lisa who I assumed was a lesbian because of her close-cropped haircut.
I noticed Lisa at the Pride Breakfast and the Pride Film Festival. Finally, she walked over to say hello and I compliment her on the quality of her painting work. She thanked me but said her name was now Ethan.
I said: "Wow! Congratulations! Well you're a hot dude!" and shook
In stalker mode, Ethan googled my name the next day and found my class website. He e-mailed me at work to ask me to have coffee one evening and has been texting regularly ever since.
The dilemma: Ethan's an attractive guy and very nice, but I will never be interested in dating / hanging out with someone who's 25 - 30 years younger than me. I don't think he knows how old I really am. As well, I really don't see myself being intimate with someone who has a vagina, no matter how man-like he looks. I just love cock too much!
But since Ethan is a friend of a friend, I didn't want to behave like an asshole and get a negative reputation in town amongst my new LGBTQ friends. I could not text him to say: "No, I'm not having coffee with a transgendered person." I have to deal with it in person; it's just not possible to have a meaningful discussion by text.
So we agreed to a coffee date on Monday evening and I'm worried about hurting his feelings; life as a transgendered person must be very hard. Any advice?