Well guys...what are my options???

[Felicia Katt]

Radar, its the Libertarian party and I think they got about .0001 percent of the vote in the last election.

Felicia

[hondarobot]

Thuggish,

I doubt that I would be considered very high-profile or a celebrity, which is fine because I work to maintain anonymity, but I am in a position of trust (corporate fiduciary obligations, etc.) -- the continued profitability of which demands that I maintain a certain public image. Many of those who choose to put their finances at the disposal of my investment company are "old money types" who would not have their faith in me, my business partners, or my company reinforced by the disclosure of my occasional interest in "the third sex."

They see the graduate degrees, the culture, and the financial success that we all know doesn't truly determine my worth as a person. I don't work to dispel their image of me, but use it to my advantage. The truth of my identity and interests is something I choose to share only with highly trusted friends.

My recommendations for maintaining your protected status are as follows:

1. Do not use the services of escorts.

2. Pick the shemales you choose to share your time with very carefully.

3. Choose your destinations carefully. When spending time with
shemale friends in Manhattan, I know a number of special clubs,
restaurants, etc. where nobody talks about what they see. Privacy
and anonymity are guaranteed. Find similar places.

Some ladies will tell you that if you aren’t proud to be seen with them, then you don’t deserve them. This usually reflects a shallow understanding of the situation and should be dismissed – along with the lady making such a statement. It’s your financial future at stake, not their own.

Damn. I guess he's not a mercenary or whatever. He's definitely a very important person, though.



This applies to the rest of the Honda Patrol. You guy's score with girls all the time, I'm sure. That's why you're here all the time......

[Quinn]

ROTFLMAO... So, what you're saying is that you couldn't find anything to back up your assertion that I said I worked in the security business. Once again, we’re all shocked.

Please provide some credible evidence that you run some sort of security business (as you originally stated). I don't think you do.

I'm pretty sure you said that was your occupation.

Oh, and don't feel bad about being too stupid to remember what actually has and has not been said on this forum. We don't expect anymore from you than the Imbecilic, drunken rants you are so predisposed to. Now, run along to your dead-end job in that club you're always talking about, dreaming of one-day achieving even a hint of success. Fortunately for this forum’s collective sense of humor, you can always come to HA and tell us about how you think you're a transsexual – that was a good one – or how you spend your spare time fighting pimps:

Soooo, I go out drinking yesterday with my buddy Weebo around 3pm. We hung out on the patio at the Monte Carlo with a mutual friend who is currently making a small fortune on ebay. We drank and told stories and had a great time, but after six beers it was time to move on.

We made our way to the Hilton hotel, Weebo is seeing a girl at the moment who's a waitress there. She hooked us up with food, whiskey and beer and we had fun, talking too loud and irritating the people in the bar. We left eventually, and this is where memory fails me for a brief time.

I ended up back in my apartment with a hooker. Not an escort or anything fancy, just a reasonably attractive, early 20's, kinda nervous street hooker. I don't pick up hookers at all, actually, so this was somewhat odd, but what the hell? I don't remember meeting her either, but these things happen. I got us both some drinks and we sat and talked on my couch, then there was a knock on my door.

This goofy guy with glasses walked in and did just what a person would expect him to do, and I laughed at him. He was getting tough, talking shit, and I told him "Shut the fuck up! You're not talking to Joe Lunchbox here. I know this fuckin game and you've been on at least three security cameras just coming up here. I'm going to hang out with your girl, have some drinks, and you're going to walk the fuck away or I'm going to stick a fucking sword in your eye and the cops will call it self defense."

I showed him the sword that I intended to use if things got ugly.

He didn't have anything to say in response, and he left. So I hung out with the girl, although right now I have no idea what we talked about. At the moment half of my bottle of whiskey is gone, and there is an empty can of Miller Genuine Draft next to my sink (she must of had it in her pocket), so I imagine we blabbed for quite awhile. I asked her what her rate was at some point, and she said $30 for a blowjob. I gave her $40, kissed her on the forehead, and told her to stay away from that dipshit pimp, and that I thought she was a very sweet girl. And no, there was no sex (although I did play with her tits for awhile, she had nice tits).

And then she left.

Somewhat strange evening.

I don't know why I'm posting this. It's a true story, and it happened last night. Just one of those things.

The moral: Guys, always be nice to girls, even if they drink Miller Genuine Draft. Cute girls are good people. And if a pimp tries to shake you down, it's good to have a weapon nearby (although, in my case, it's not even a real sword, but work with what you have).

Thanks for making this so amusingly easy.

-Quinn

[cass1980]

I've really enjoyed this post. Quinn (in particular) had some very interesting observations.

I work in theatre. Needless to say, it is a very gay friendly industry. I have always kept this portion of my life secret. At some level I'll 'fess up to being ashamed of it. But the main reason I've never let this become public is because I don't want it to define who I am.

The Tgirl world is a murky one. Everyone who comes to this board draws their line in the sand in a different location. I know exactly where my line in the sand is. I'm comfortable with it.

If I were to let my colleges at work know about this part of my life, I would be treated differently. Some would distance themselves from me. Others would draw closer. Some would start pushing me to go out to the gay bar all dolled up. Others would try to talk me into jumping up on stage for a drag show.

That's not my comfort zone. It's not my wish. It's not my fantasy.

Do some of my colleges know? Probably. I think it's impossible to be totally careful. I work with people who have much sharper antennas than most for this topic.

I think people need to put others in categories. It's how our little brains work. We do it automatically. At this point in our evolution, that tiny slice of a category that I'd like to be in, simply does not exist. So people try to put me in a larger category that has been somewhat defined.

[tsntx]

play down who you are by being anonoymous and stop telling ppl youre somebody... eventually ull find a cool girl who doesnt know who the fuck you are... take ur time and talk it out via a dating site or online when ure comfortable meeting her... do it if u feel u can trust her... i think a reputable escort is the best way to go.. and if u dont tell her ure somebody... shell prob NEVER know

hope that doesnt bruise ur ego.. but thats reality

[Hara_Juku Tgirl]

play down who you are by being anonoymous and stop telling ppl youre somebody... eventually ull find a cool girl who doesnt know who the fuck you are... take ur time and talk it out via a dating site or online when ure comfortable meeting her... do it if u feel u can trust her... i think a reputable escort is the best way to go.. and if u dont tell her ure somebody... shell prob NEVER know

hope that doesnt bruise ur ego.. but thats reality

I agree! You can either do that or try wearing ( a leather mask like a lot of men do on a BDSM session) when meeting a TS in a private setting. Therefore, guaranteeing you discreetness..only til you really know this Tgirl through time and is comfortable enough with her to divulge that you are 'somebody'! LOL

~Kisses.

HTG

[JANIRA]

play down who you are by being anonoymous and stop telling ppl youre somebody... eventually ull find a cool girl who doesnt know who the fuck you are... take ur time and talk it out via a dating site or online when ure comfortable meeting her... do it if u feel u can trust her... i think a reputable escort is the best way to go.. and if u dont tell her ure somebody... shell prob NEVER know

hope that doesnt bruise ur ego.. but thats reality

AGREED! Scope it out first and be cautious that it the best advise i can give you. Also, from expieriance , in 1999-2000 I met a R&B artist, in south beach who was very very big in the scene at the time.... i had no clue what so ever who he was and my friend who i was with was like having a attack cause she knew who he was,, , so to make a long story short, he ended up giving me his hotel& room number, i was like, uhmm ok,,?? so i went for it,,, And i called him up before i went to see him, and just made sure he knew i was a TS he had some idea, but considering that in south beach all the clubs are mixed, so he said sure its no problem . I got there and we did the ""DO" AND HONESTLY HE WAS VERY VERY RUDE!!!!I mean after we did what we did, he was just so arrogant and i guess the reality hit him that he was with a TS, and he i guess regret the whole ordeal ,, he wasnt the only one who regrets it.

[drock]

Since you have/had regrets about doing it with him can you please tell us who it was?? come on you women should stop protecting these ass holes go ahead and out them. I'm sure i'm not the only one who wants to know who he is.

[CORVETTEDUDE]

I have a dilema...and it seems to only be getting worse with time. I am under the assumption that there are guys on this board who are in similar situations such as me (public figure, entertainer, position of trust, personality, etc.)...in my particular line of work, this is taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaboooooooooooooooooo to the point of anything closely relating to homosexuality will dead your career.

My question is, is there a silent code of conduct amongst the girls as to who they've dated that's famous? Because all the stories of Eddie Murphy, a few basketball players, and a few rockers/rappers i've heard kind of pushes me off...


honestly

that's why i haven't attended any parties because of the lack of VIP rooms...where pavaratzi can't snap pics of you and all...to an extent it's the reason why I haven't considered "dating" straight up girls that i've chatted with online who seem to be cool as ice...help me out guys...

Who told you you were so frickin' important??? You got balls?? Or, did someone relieve you of them?