One of the great benefits of living in an international city like Vancouver is the abundance of quality nightlife options we enjoy. There’s few things I enjoy more after a hard day avoiding work at the advertising agency, than going down to The Junction on Davie Street and enjoying the evenings’ entertainment.
Bernard, my photographer, often joins me and takes a few pics of the drag shows. I will post some of his pictures. I was remarking to Sylvester just this morning how much I enjoy dropping in there and having a gin and tonic after work. There really is nothing like a mouth full of Gordons to start the evening. He made some vulgar comment when I said this. You know Sylvester really can be quite coarse at times.
The city attracts some very impressive international performers. Sylvester and Sebastian were terribly disappointed recently when they learned that a particular Japanese dancer they’d hoped to see on stage had to cancel her appearance. Clutching photographs of this vision of beauty they had hoped to get signed they seemed very downcast, but quietly slipped off somewhere and pulled themselves together. Poor dears.
All these international performers provide a wealth of cultural entertainment. Of course, there are sometimes misunderstandings, as we witnessed at a dance competition the other day. It seemed the Polish dancers and the contingent from Lapland had misunderstood the nature of the contest – but provided an interesting experience all the same. They surprisingly finished the evening in a leading position.
I am appalled by the misogynistic chatter that sometimes takes place between Sylvester and Sebastian, often right in front of me. It’s very disrespectful. I am, after all, a trans woman of some sophistication and expect a certain level of respectful discourse.
When Sylvester asked Sebastian ‘Which particular Lap dancer he would like to have a sex romp with’ I was disgusted.
“For god’s sake, Sylvester!’ I replied. ‘It’s ‘with whom’ you would like to have a sex romp’.
I don’t know where to put myself sometimes. I am, after all, just an innocent trans woman trying to make my way in the world. At the end of the day I sometimes feel I just want to be flat on my back in my apartment, not letting the world get on top of me. But you know me. I give and I give. If I were to stop I am sure most of my friends would wonder what had come over me!
Before I go I should remind you that I’m currently posting An English Country Garden on my Patreon. I am also currently writing a Behind The Scenes piece about how this story came to be written, for those of my members who are in the Behind The Scenes tier of my Patreon. Be sure to check it out.
Have a lovely weekend.
Fiona