Beverly the man

Published July 22, 2012 by Sandee

I said in Le Clown’s comments that I dated a chick with a dick, and he and Jennifer Worrell said I should write about it – thanks guys for suggesting the material – here it goes:

[First, let me deconfuse you – I refer to Beverly in this story as Beverly, him/her, he/she, he, she, him, her – they’re all the same tranvestite.]

I went out with a chick with a dick – what?!  We met in the Tiki Bar or whatever the fuck the name of that place was.  We talked for the longest.  Though the bar was dark, this was clearly a man dressed like a woman — long blonde wig, white head band,  tasteful muted dress cut slightly above the knee, and white go go boots.  He/she was a white man, about 6’ 2”.  Beverly hipped me to the fact that he was just a man who liked to wear women’s clothes, but that he liked women and didn’t want a sex change.  We flirted with each other because I loves me a man dressed up in women’s clothes.  I told him/her that I wanted my ex-boyfriend to dress like a woman but he said hell to the no!  I think always of that sexy Tim Curry in the movie version of The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

We left the Tiki Bar or whatever the fuck it was called, and went to the Cancun Bar.  He/she asked if he could kiss me at that bar.  We sat at a small table.  Hells yeah!   Wow!  Beverly the man was the shit!  Beverly was the best kisser!  I met him/her another time at the Tiki Bar and I got soooooooo plastered, that he/she said I should take a cab home.  I slurred my address to Beverly and she told the driver and poured me into the yellow cab.

He/she called the next day and we made a date to go to the Metropolitan Museum of Art.  I would have liked if we kissed on those big stairs where all the students and tourists like to hang out.  But Beverly couldn’t make it as it turned out.  I forget what happened to him her.  This was quite a while ago and I was drunk.  I wanted to have sex with him/her and write about it and/or tell alllllll my friends.  I told my relatives at Christmas dinner last year about this —  including one of my favorite Aunties who’s a minister – well all my aunties are my favorite – anyway, they didn’t judge me and they did laugh and ask lots of questions, which I liked, seeing as I could provide the x-mas entertainment and all.

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16 comments on “Beverly the man

  • Yeah, I don’t know for sure if it was called that — just when I recall it for some reason that name comes to mind. This was a bar in the west 50s on 8th avenue. They had entertainment sometimes. It was just a few buildings down from the Cancun Bar.

    I was very disappointed that he/she cancelled our date. Me being an exhibitionist aside and all that showy stuff, I really did like him. Though I didn’t stay drunk 24/7 (mostly just tweaked), you have to factor in a drunkard’s state of perception. So how much of my attraction was real…hmmmmm…. All that aside, Beverly was one of the best DAMNNNNN kissers for sure!

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