Good morning, afternoon, evening, or night depending on where and when in the world this happens to find you. It is an early Tuesday evening here on a steamy, rain drenched night in the Big Mango. So, I thought I’d do a post for you guys tonight. I had a couple of things happen to me right in a row this afternoon that were just to good to pass up, so I had to make sure I sat down and shared it with you before it fluttered away into the recesses of my mind.
I was taking my usual BTS ride home today from work surrounded by, yet ignoring the masses, like i usually do engrossed in one of my favorite podcasts. Except today, across the car a face catches my attention that caused me to subtly take a few more exploratory glances. Down the aisle and across the train was an aging transsexual, who i would have guessed to be in her late 50′s. She was immaculately dressed in a beige tank top, white cargo pants, and she was clutching a fashionable bag close to her body. Now, before i go on, you must understand that normally this wouldn’t be a strange sight for a Bangkok resident. Trannys are common where ever you go in Thailand, whether it be next to you on the train, serving you your dinner, or cutting your hair. They blend seamlessly into Thai society, and thus you stop turning your head to gawk at them after you’ve lived here a while.
However, this tall stylishly dressed aging glamazon I saw today was the spitting image of Burnadette in Priscilla Queen of the Desert. I was immediately reminded why I love Thailand and how I often take for granted the acceptance and open nature of Thai culture. Here was this retired western tranny with her finger nails painted to match her toe nails holding her head high on public transport, and not a single person batted an eyelash. She blended right in with the crowd, and it reminded me of one of the things I love about my life here. Hate crimes or things like “gay bashing” don’t occur here and I can live my life as open as I want without fear of persecution for who I am. Therefore, in light of the situation, I was sort of smiling to myself and thinking happy thoughts as i prepared to come home.
Ahhh, but the story doesn’t end there does it. I got off at my stop and exited the station to do a bit of light grocery shopping at the Villa before I made my way to the condo. I was walking along about to enter the store when out walks one of my ex’s. I looked up, smiled a bit and was about to say hello when he just smirked at me and walked right by. Not a hi, hello or even a kiss my ass! This particular ex was always a bit odd and my friends used to call him the little general as he’s a short guy with a bit of a napoleon complex. We haven’t spoken in years but we didn’t part on bad terms, and It just struck me as rude today how he walked right by and ignored me. I am on really good terms with all my other ex boyfriends, and only this particular one has held onto a grudge for the past 3 or 4 years now. Sooooo……Mr. K…if by chance you happen to be reading this, then I think it might be time for you to get over it! Next time we happen to bump into each other like that, I might just leap in front of you and force a bit of civility no matter how fabulous you might think you are. Keep that in mind, won’t you? Have a good one guys and talk to you later in the week!