"Don't worry! All men, whether they know it or not, look at all women all of the time."Don't worry! All men, whether they know it or not, look at all women all of the time. It is just biological. You are a pretty girl, so all the women will look too, and compare you with what they think they look like. All those looks are a compliment! Just relax, and enjoy it!" It took a while yet after she said that to me, but after we had been out for half and hour I was starting to calm down. Margo stopped in front of a bar called "The Gilded Grape". I knew the place. It was the only real transvestite bar in New York City. "Let's have a cocktail!," she announced, and maneuvered me to the door. I hesitated. I wasn't sure that I wanted to do this! A walk on the street was one thing, but talking to people up close in a bar was quite another! "Stop worrying!," admonished Margo. "All the girls here are guys. Why not go in?" She was right. That bar was probably even safer than the street. Why not indeed? Margo opened the door, and we went in. The scene inside was familiar. I had not been inside "The Gilded Grape" too often, but I knew it well enough. |