Trans Joy: An Evening With The Proud Boys
Ahead of Smutathon 2021, we’re publishing a series of Trans Joy posts. We want to flip the script on trans people being asked to perform their pain over and over again to prove that they deserve human rights. Instead, we want to celebrate trans joy and gender euphoria. We’ve teamed up with Quenby Creatives, whose Trans Joy series highlights the positive side of trans experiences to bring some balance to trans discourses.
This week’s post is from Smutathon committee member Eve Ray. Eve discovered BDSM and good sex quite late in life, and began writing about her experiences five years ago. When not having good sex or caning her submissives, Eve is generally to be found in real ale pubs or vintage shops.
An Evening With The Proud Boys
No, not those Proud Boys, these Proud Boys are a London based cabaret act who are popular on the Hen Party scene. They sing, they dance, they perform acrobatics, they strip, to the waist and flaunt muscular torsos. And they are, well, fit, or as one might also say, well fit. Unlike male strippers I have seen in Birmingham’s Gay Village, they don’t go further than that, no teasingly deployed loin cloths, no spray cans of that pink gunge they use on their bits. In short, this iteration of the Proud Boys is tasteful and restrained.
I had a great night at Kelly’s Hen but that wasn’t really down to the Proud Boys or even the bottle of prosecco I won in the raffle. It was that this was a celebration of female friendship and I was part of it. MY first Hen Night and not my last. Trans Joy for me is all about my friendships with a load of amazing women. That night I really felt affirmed, that I belonged.
Being trans is not just about how you feel, about internal states, about how you present. It is about how others see you and engage with you, and how this affirms me and affects my own self- perception. If strong and clever women like Kelly see me as a fellow woman that is good enough for me. It should be good enough for anyone.
It wasn’t just friends I chatted to that night. As the only smoker in the group I found myself chatting to ladies in other groups. And some of the conversation was filthy. I held my own in this company. My blogging years ad not been wasted! It really did help to know from experience that a Cadbury’s Flake is one vagina long and to know what a cock tastes like. Which brings me onto another point. It is sometimes said that being transgender does not belong with the LGB as it is not a sexual orientation. Which is true but does not take into account the ways in which gender identity and sexuality (and kink orientation) act on each other. My transition has gone together with discovering that, kinkwise, I am a dominant and, in terms of sexuality, that I am bisexual, or, more precisely, pansexual. This means that I am, from time to time, partial to cock. Maybe there will come a time when I have another place to put one. That, however, is a story for another day.
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