As noted previously, I used to get a kick out of the tranny vernacular when I sold ads in that subculture. I mean…to call women “fish” was just so rude and to the point. “You better work, showgirl,” was another that tickled my funny bone. Didn’t matter how “passable” or attractive a “girl” was, you were a chick with a dick? You were by definition…a “showgirl.”
Another word I found entertaining was “spookable,” a term which defined just how hidden a “girl’s” original gender was at a venue where she was trying to pass as born female. Believe it or not, the pursuit of unspookability is high art in the transgendered world. Trannies don’t want a gay boyfriend. They prefer straight guys and as a result, like to go out on the town…attract a “straight” man…and then “turn” him. Meaning, he gets so hot and horny for the “girl” that the moment of revelation becomes irrelevant. As in…”You got a dick? Whatever! Let’s get it on!” Generally, the activity begins with a blow job. And if the tranny is lucky, she can get him to progress.
Unfortunately, for one she male by the name of DEE WIGHAM, the pursuit of unspookability didn’t end so well. She had been chatting with one DWANYA HICKERSON on the Internet and eventually met up with him at a Best Western Hotel to administer the obligatory oral ecstasy as rumor has it, only a tranny can. Afterwards (or during – it’s hard to know), the “woman’s” birth gender was revealed whereupon Hickerson flipped out and stabbed Ms. Wigham no fewer than 119 times! Predictably, she didn’t live through the assault and Hickerson has been sentenced to 40 years behind bars. Apparently, Hickerson isn’t that enlightened tranny-accepting guy.
Good thing I am. You’ll recall a story I told from 25 or 30 years ago when after a long and profitable Halloween Week behind the wheel of a yellow cab, I accepted an overture from a 6 AM street hooker for a $10 blow job…only to discover in mid-act (when I grabbed her arm as she tried to insert a digit in my ass – I know…too much info) that the administrator was a tranny. Owing to my enlightenment…and how sublime her talents in the realm truly were, I simply let her finish me off and left it at that. Good thing for me – and her. Had I been like Hickerson, she’d be dead and I’d still be in prison some 25 or 30 years later.
Let me say that the Hickerson/Wigham story should serve as a cautionary tale to all trannies running that unspookable ruse on straight guys at a club. The hustle could morph into a Springer episode gone horribly wrong. And you can’t come back from that as Ms. Wigham would let you know…that is…if she weren’t dead from 119 stab wounds!