Sold my Nintendo DS and some games via Craigslist this evening. (I hadn’t played any of them in maybe six or eight months, and I decided I’d rather the money than an expensive paper weight.)
The guy I sold’ em to was a little difficult to deal with, because he was a constant texter and we had difficulty finding a time to meet. But I have now sold my DS and received $125 for the bundle, so I’m pretty pleased.
Except that I just got the following text:
Thank u very much for the games u know u r pretty
Craigslist: Buy and sell your stuff. To creeps.
Happy Fourth! This has nothing to do with the 4th of July, but enjoy!
In a fit of frustration, I posted this to Craigslist a few nights ago, right before I went to bed:
SUBJECT: I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?
BODY: What the hell does a trans woman have to do to get laid around here? Or even just go on a date with a nice gal who isn’t crazy? I’m pretty confident that I’ll get some obnoxious replies to this, but what else is new?
Maybe I’ve spent too much time in the performing arts community (lots of gay guys, sadly fewer gay girls) but I’m sick and tired of A) seeing all my friends have these seemingly delightful little hookups and flings while I stand on the side, alone, and B) seeing all of these attractive, articulate, interesting women when there’s no possibility they’ll sleep with me! Or even date me. Or make out drunkenly in a hut tub.
And I’m sorry I’m trans. I really am. My dick has given me many pleasurable orgasms over the years, but it’s definitely not the equipment I’d have picked if given the choice. And surgery is scary, expensive, and means I might never be able to orgasm again. (Put that in your pipe and smoke it!) So I get that while, politically and ideologically, we should be able to “see beyond what’s between our legs,” that’s asking for a lot back here in reality. So I’m not offended if my being trans means you, the one reading this post, is not interested in dating me. I understand that we’re all attracted to who we’re attracted to. (I will be offended if you’re a douche about it, though.) But I begin to feel like there’s a vast queer woman conspiracy out to keep me celibate when I strike out again and again and again. Continue reading 'A Craigslist adventure'»
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