My first time actually going out dressed as a girl I went out my front door and then walked as quickly as possible to the back door. I must have been twelve or thirteen. Okay, that technically counts as "out" because I left a structure. It wasn't really going out though, as I didn't leave my yard. My first time going out out involved a rather short trip to the Augusta Mall in fabulous Augusta, Georgia. On that occasion, I let my friend Michelle dress me in a black crushed velvet dress from K-Mart and a pair of her mom's high heeled shoes. Michelle did my makeup and we proceeded to the mall. We proceeded to walk into the mall, past the food court and then into the main area before I chickened out and declared that we were done with the mall. That definitely counted as "out" but it was just a toe dipped in the ocean.
With a visit to the food court out of the way, I dared to venture out a few times in high school, mostly to The Colosseum, the one and only local gay bar. There were a few times I went out in college as well. But no pictures of those outings are known to exist.
On the other hand, for my first time going out in New York, I absolutely wanted to have photos to remember. Of course this was 2002 so instead of a digital camera or a phone, I went down to drug store and picked up a disposable camera. Remember those? Like you had to drop off the film and wait a week to pick up your 34 pictures and hope they came out okay? Then you'd pick your rotary dial phone and call your travel agent to fax you your tickets for a Pan Am flight to Czechoslovakia. Okay, maybe not that bad, but we still didn't have digital cameras yet.
I had just moved up to New York from Georgia just a few months prior and luckily my friend Michelle already lived here. And with no parents or family or relatives or people who knew my family around I was eager to get out. I wanted to be a girl in the big city!
Then one day I was out walking down the street and passed by a beauty supply shop with wigs in the window. There I saw a beautiful long blonde wig that I immediately fell in love with. Previously I'd always been a brunette, but I figured what the hell. It's a new city and it's a new life and it's time for a new hair color too. So I became a blonde!
|Q: What's the difference between a counterfeit dollar and a skinny blonde? A: One's a phony buck.|
Now in Georgia I had only really ever gone out to gay clubs so that was my comfort zone. Gay clubs felt safe. If anyone ever clocked me than it'd be okay. So we decided to go to Lucky Cheng's, a famous drag queen themed Chinese restaurant.
|General Tso would be proud.|
Now,if you're not sure exactly what type of clientele general frequent the bar at a drag queen themed Chinese restaurant on a Saturday night in November, let me go through the types:
- Drag queens serving drinks.
- Six middle aged ladies from Idaho who think this whole thing is hilarious.
- 4 middle aged ladies from Sheboygan who got lost looking for the Bubba Gump Shrimp Co.
- Some girl from New Jersey who's celebrating her 21st birthday with her gay best friend.
- A genderflux revolutionary out for the first time in New York City.
- 3-4 really creepy dudes, one of whom may have bodies decomposing in his shed back home.
|To be fair I look approachable.|
Not quite sure exactly what to do in that situation and definitely sure I wanted that situation to end, I declared that I had to hit the bathroom and was thankful to have a ladies room to head off to. Now, the ladies room at Lucky Cheng's was also where the queens hung out, so it had a nice relaxing party vibe to it. People may have been doing coke. As this was before the smoking ban, I was definitely smoking cigarettes in girls' room. And Michelle and I took some photos. There were 34 whole pictures on that disposable camera. Click away!
Me: How are you?
....four minutes pass...
Creppy Dude #2: Didn't I see you. On the issue. On the last issue of the cover of Cosmopolitan?
....four minutes later...
Creepy Dude #2: What if I told you that I said you were sexy?
Me: Sorry. I'm not into guys.
....four minutes later...
Creepy Dude #2: You're super sexy. Did you know that?
Me: I have to go to the bathroom. BRB.
|Smoking in the bathroom? That is so going to land me in detention.|
|If a third creepy dude comes by he is so getting lung cancer from second hand smoke.|
Eventually the creepy dudes all departed and Michelle and I did some karaoke. I did "Special" by Garbage, a song that I am in no way capable of singing. I still sang my heart out and looked good doing it!
|Thankfully these pictures do not have audio.|
But at least I can say that my first time out in New York I got up on stage and performed at Lucky Cheng's. I can also say that I took a helicopter ride with Emma Stone, but that would be a lie. The Lucky Cheng's thing is at least sort of true.
Afterward Michelle and I headed outside and took some pictures on the street as we tried to hail a cab.
|So urban and gritty.|
I do remember some passersby yelling "looking good, girl!" or something to that effect. It's nice to have some feedback, you know.
It was a fun night. I had gone out in New York City and had a great time. Most importantly, I was starting to realize that the big, bad city wasn't so bad after all and that I could go out and have a great time as Faith. Heck, it wasn't to long before I'd be courageous enough to throw on a dress and hop on the subway.
But that's another story.