I often get asked to attend trans* night and trans* events in the city and around my area. I use to have a curiosity just to see what the scene was like. These days, I rarely leave the house alone after dark. Call me old fashion but those days of going out and meeting up with friends are fond memories that should be tucked away. I don’t dress like a woman of the night, so it’s no surprise that I don’t miss going out to the bars in the evening. Besides, what kind of woman goes to a bar alone? Certainly not one dressed like some Mennonite.

Still, once in a long while, I desperately need to do something at a time when male protection in the form of a male chaperon would be greatly welcomed. Tonight is one of those nights. Speaking of old fashion, my favorite rockabilly bop king is playing at the local Brighton Bar in Long Branch. Gosh I would love to go see the show. This fella has got a fabulous voice that can heat up red hot rockers as well as touching love songs. I’ve been listening to Gordon’s American roots music since his Link Wray days. (sighs)…a woman can still dream, I suppose!