Before There Was Cait, There Was Glenda

by Louie b. Free | 349 entries

Published: Wed. September 9, 2015 at 12:29p.m.

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If all the hoopla (hmm, i think that's the first time I've ever used that) about Bruce to Caitlyn Jenner, isn't just about banking more money for the Kardashikingdom, but, has helped people to be kinder to each other, then: good!

I'm certain those claiming expertise in transgenderism will certainly critique, trash my words or, just claim more expertise. Well, let me say, I have NO expertise, but, just a bit of experience. No, I'm not 'trans'. I have no hidden desire to be female, although my dear lesbian friend says "Louie, you're a lesbian trapped in a man's body." Maybe it's because I can hang with the girls without being on the make.

Ah, but then there was Glenda!

Many years ago, in the early to mid 70s, I ended up in Atlanta, Georgia.

I took a place across from Piedmont Park. .

I was told that Piedmont Park was "the only air-conditioned park in the world - there was a blower behind every tree."

There were 3 buildings filled with Yankee hippies, gays and inter-racial couples. All of whom weren't really welcome --- elsewhere.

No matter how streetwise I thought I was, this was a real eyeopener !

Glenda was the complex manager. I don't think we had a descriptive word for her, at that time. Glenda wasn't a 'drag-queen' She (yeah, we referred to Glenda as "she,her...",way back then) didn't 'do' drag shows. Glenda lived as a woman. It all seemed very normal. Glenda often cooked huge meals for all who wanted to to eat. I remember she put vanilla in the cooked corn - hmmm, I've got to try that,again, some day.

Glenda, born,Glen. Lived as female, and we all treated her as such.

Oh, yeah, Glenda made her moves on me. Glenda was taking hormone shots. Due to some experiences I had, I was able to give shots. I don't recall how often she needed them, but I do remember her asking me to come down to her apartment to give her a shot. I came into her apartment and she called me from her bedroom. I found Glenda on her bed, all 'lingeried' -up: high heels, seemed stockings, sheer panties, etc. She had a pillow under her waist, elevating her tuchas. That was the first of many times I found her that way. I swabbed her upper buttocks w/alcohol - panties up - and gave her the injection, with the syringe.
Hopefully I thanked her for the effort.

...and, it all seemed rather normal.

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