I just read Cranky's post about his experiences in life with living and learning about homosexuals. Great post too, Cranky. It reminded me of something that happened to me when I was just a young pup and had just finished training school in the army and was sent to my first permanent post. I was stationed at at the 54th Military Police Unit in Ft. Ord, Ca. I basically just flew around the country picking up guys who had deserted from the army and were locked up in jail somewhere. That is a post for another day.
This story is one that really opened my eyes to a world I knew nothing, absolutely nothing, about. A friend of mine wanted me to ride with him to San Francisco. Ft Ord, which is now closed, is in Monterey, CA., really just a skip and a hop from San Francisco. He was from Frisco and wanted someone to ride with him home. OK, if you must know, it was really a pot run. He had a connection there and I rode with him. Young and dumb, I know.
We left early so he could show me around a place I had always dreamed of visiting. I had been reading about the Hippie's and Haight Ashbury since I was a teenager. I always wanted to go, and we did. I was in wonder walking around with all these freaks that I had seen on TV. The smell of pot, the Jasmine smell coming out of shops, the beautiful girls in sun dresses. I was really impressed and could have lived there if I wasn't in the army. Damn.
We left there and went to to Fisherman's Wharf, we ate in Chinatown and then drove across the Golden Gate Bridge, that I had seen in pictures all my life. We even had time to take took the tour of Alcatraz Island. I was in the actual cell that the Birdman of Alcatraz was in. I loved the movie with Burt Lancaster. What a day. San Francisco has to be one of the greatest cities in the world.
As it got later, and darker, the guy had to meet his connection. He didn't tell me before hand that I couldn't meet the guy. He had to drop me off a block or so away, and said he would be back in a few minutes. I got out and leaned against a building and started looking around and all of a sudden I saw all these beautiful girls walking up and down the block. How lucky could a guy be?
Most were in these tight mini shirts and wearing black fish-net stockings. It seemed they all were built, as in big breasted, and had beautiful hair. It was about then that I saw the first Adam's Apple on a woman I had ever seen. You have to remember, I was still a young whippersnapper, wet-behind the ears. It was then that I also noticed, some of these chicks could use a shave. I almost freaked the hell out!
That SOB had left me off in a block where Transvestites walked at night, without telling me. I had never seen a transvestite in my life. I don't think I had ever seen a picture of one. You don't see men dressed as women walking around the south. To say I was a little scared would be an understatement. Some of these guys could have been linebackers for a football team, and they were staring at me!
Everyone had long hair back then, men and women. I was standing there with a buzz-cut the army so generously paid for. I know I must of looked like a cop to these women..,ah... men... or at the time, I had no idea. My buddy then pulled up and I ran and jumped into his car. He was laughing his ass-off and I was mad as hell. After cussing at him awhile, I started laughing too, and that my friends is my first, but not my last, experience with a Transvestite. Take that Cranky!