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By: Marion

Marion — Wed, 18 Oct 2006 09:48:52 +0000

The only way to survive airports is a very good book. I recommed Ursula K. Le Guin´s “Changing Planes”. It´s awesome, and it explains a lot about airports! (The story “The Fliers of Gy” is the best short story I have ever read)

By: Raffi

Raffi — Tue, 17 Oct 2006 07:41:44 +0000

I am a 40 year old man and have often been mistaken as female at various points in my life. I think the first time I must have been 11 or 12 years old and most recently it’s happened in the last two years. It can be an odd and embarrassing situation for everyone involved.

By: L-O-L-A, LOLA

L-O-L-A, LOLA — Mon, 16 Oct 2006 19:50:38 +0000

Being referred to as the YOUNG gentleman would certainly have turned my head, at this point in my midlife crisis.

By: atlatl

atlatl — Mon, 16 Oct 2006 18:20:10 +0000

No matter WHERE I travel in the good ol’ USA, I get weird stares, double-takes and disapproving clucks in public restrooms. It happens in the Norhtheast, the Northwest, the Midwest (where I’m from) and the Southwest as well. Doesn’t matter. This is NOT just a midwestern phenomenon. I just returned from visiting Flagstaff, and in a restaurant there, I was severely glared at by a 6 year old boy when I walked out of the restroom. 6 years old and already a gender nazi! *sigh*

By: LondonBoy

LondonBoy — Mon, 16 Oct 2006 15:58:28 +0000

I’m slightly embarrassed to admit this:
One of the first clubs I went to in London was called Stallions. Every Sunday afternoon it had a tea-dance, which was attended by a wide variety of les/bi/gay/trans people, and I was a regular. For several weeks I had been noticing a really cute guy who always stood on the other side of the dancefloor from me and my friends: I’d look at him and smile, and he’d look at me and do the same. Eventually we got up the nerve to talk to each other, only for me to discover that “he” was, of course, “she”. Fortunately, she wasn’t perturbed by this… she was too busy being embarrassed by the fact that she’d spent the past few weeks thinking I was a particularly cute girl!

By: Pam Isherwood

Pam Isherwood — Mon, 16 Oct 2006 15:30:43 +0000

Del La Grace has a great story re confused bystanders – I think in an Australian shopping mall – Del was wearing a tutu, big boots and a beard. A group of children were intrigued enough to start asking questions, with the inevitable Are You A Boy Or A Girl? Del gave the usual reply – I say I’m both. One extra bright girl said, So you’d have to put “Other” on a form then. Which, as Del said, is pretty cool eh?