For Donna to go all the way to undressing without disclosing that he is actually a man would be unforgivably dishonest. While the straight man would not be justified to react violently, there are many who would.
It so happens I had a secondhand experience of exactly this in 1975. I knew a transvestite who was a flawless and beautiful fema…
For Donna to go all the way to undressing without disclosing that he is actually a man would be unforgivably dishonest. While the straight man would not be justified to react violently, there are many who would.
It so happens I had a secondhand experience of exactly this in 1975. I knew a transvestite who was a flawless and beautiful female impersonator, superbly attractive as a woman, whom I brought to a straight club. It’s difficult not to refer to him as her, as I a never do now, but the impression of femininity was intense.
His drag name was Olivia and was not, so far as I knew, transsexual.
A man at the club wanted to bring—her—home. I watched from nearby and could see the exact moment when the truth was revealed. His astonishment, his rejection. Not disgust, not anger. Olivia wanted to go home with him and he wasn’t of the “what the hell” persuasion.
We left shortly and Olivia was deeply depressed by the experience, and drank heavily. But he had been honest. He could have, and would have, given the man a blowjob without undressing and he’d have been none the wiser. But he chose the truth.
I moved across the country a few months later, and never heard of any of my friends in Virginia ever again. I don't know if Olivia survived AIDS or COVID, and, I realize now, I never knew his real name. So I have no way to find out.
For Donna to go all the way to undressing without disclosing that he is actually a man would be unforgivably dishonest. While the straight man would not be justified to react violently, there are many who would.
It so happens I had a secondhand experience of exactly this in 1975. I knew a transvestite who was a flawless and beautiful female impersonator, superbly attractive as a woman, whom I brought to a straight club. It’s difficult not to refer to him as her, as I a never do now, but the impression of femininity was intense.
His drag name was Olivia and was not, so far as I knew, transsexual.
A man at the club wanted to bring—her—home. I watched from nearby and could see the exact moment when the truth was revealed. His astonishment, his rejection. Not disgust, not anger. Olivia wanted to go home with him and he wasn’t of the “what the hell” persuasion.
We left shortly and Olivia was deeply depressed by the experience, and drank heavily. But he had been honest. He could have, and would have, given the man a blowjob without undressing and he’d have been none the wiser. But he chose the truth.
Chris. I was touched by your story about Olivia. I hope he will always value you as the true friend you showed yourself to be that night.
I moved across the country a few months later, and never heard of any of my friends in Virginia ever again. I don't know if Olivia survived AIDS or COVID, and, I realize now, I never knew his real name. So I have no way to find out.
And 35 years later I left the whole country.
I'm so sorry to hear that, Chris. Please accept my reassurance that Olivia knew you cared for him and valued him as a friend.