I was a bit tired today as I still haven‘t had a decent night‘s sleep since I went to Provincetown, but I still dragged my butt out tonight to the Block Party in Toronto‘s gay village.

As I was looking for a parking spot, I saw so many beautiful young cross dressers, all so nice and friendly, waving or smiling at me, or in one case snapping her whip for me! After Fantasia, I have to wonder: are we all that nice? And if so, maybe everyone should be forced to crossdress 😉 .

From the time I parked the car some ways from the “Village” and began my walk there until I arrived at the crowded party, I got a lot of looks, and some comments which I could not make out, nor could I discern their intent. Was I hot? Was my costume great? Was my dress too short? Or were they just reading me as a guy in a dress? I’d like to think that everyone was thinking the same thing as the first woman I met at the party who looked at me and said, “Ooh, you’re sexy!” When I answered her without disguising my male voice, she was taken aback for a second and then gently touched me on the face and came back with, “Ooh! You’re really sexy!” It was worth going out just for that! 

Later, a guy came over to me and my girlfriend. – not a bad-lookin’ guy at that! He’d been watching us, he said. He was suitably impressed and seemed to be intimating that we could have a nice threesome together. As he talked, he reached one arm behind me and the other behind my girlfriend, placing a hand on each of our backs and started to push us together from behind as he closed in. Poor guy; he was doing fine at “Hello,” but it was straight downhill from there. My girlfriend was letting me run the show and I was willing to give him every chance to make a good impression, but he only succeeded in making me want to leave. (I wonder how many girls felt that way about my male side in the past…) Still, at least I got hit on finally! I was kind of disappointed this did not happen in P’Town.

As we walked back to the car, my feet were killing me. I have seen women so sexy walking around in these shoes looking so comfy, and used them as an example to say to my girlfriend, “See, it doesn’t seem to be a problem for her. Why don’t you do it?” Well last night, I was one of those women, walking around showing nothing but grace and elegance, but once I got to the car, off came the shoes; I couldn’t even drive home in them!

The next morning, I woke up and went down for breakfast. Over coffee, I was reading the paper when I came upon a picture of Sarah Palin, impeccably dressed, and as always, in high heels. I turned to my girlfriend and said, “How in the hell does she campaign in those?”

Did that question really come out of my mouth?