Dam!!! Dem "Tranny's" Can Write!!!

mood: hopeful

music: Amy Winhouse- Back to Black

      Ever wonder how drunk people lose money and forget what they did with it? Gambling? Drugs? Two Tranny’s? If you guessed the third answer your right this time. This little excerpt (from "Confessions of a Flea Market Rez' Queen") is from a time I had just befriended a young tranny named Tanya. She and I had known each other for at least two years and were pretty close and prone to crazy happenings. This excerpt is from part of a segment on the unintended house guest(s) who stay(s) longer than expected. Don’t you just love them??!!

     Two years later Tanya and I had gone out to a local bistro. It was a very nice place with a neon martini glass on its front and tasteful interior decor. It was a bit small but very nice and very gay-friendly. One of the major gay clubs was just right across the road which was probably why. We had been bored sitting at home when I suggested we go out and get us a drink. We could have drank at the apartment but that was boring. We got ready and walked the two miles to our destination.

     We got in and Tanya, who almost never gets I.D.'d, chose to get us a table with a cute guy. We all began talking and discovered he was a pilot. He was very friendly and we shared at least two rounds of drinks with this guy. This was around the time “Sex and the City” made its debut so I ordered the Bradshaw drink.

     Cosmopolitans for me!

     By then the buzz was starting to kick in and another guy had joined us at the table. Silver tongue and all we gave pilot guy a good “reading.” For those of you who don't know what “reading” is let's just say pilot guy was not amused. Why we picked on him I don't know. All I can say is watch out! “Trannys” can get awfully quick on the verbal draw after a couple of drinks in them. The other guy was cool though and we lessened our chastising and just had a good time with this guy. Guy number two could take a joke! By that point I was ready to go home and so was Tanya. It had been another interesting night. The guy who got “read” had got up in a huff and left us with the bill for the drinks.

    “It’s alright I’ll pay.” Guy number two had told us. We sat there a bit longer talking about god knows what but something Guy number two probably thought was spectacular.

    “Girl we should get going.” I said as I rummaged through my purse looking for some “greens.” Not finding very much I figured that Guy number two would be a gentleman and help out two girls in distress so I asked. “Do you have a dollar or two to help us get a cab ride home?”

    He took his wallet out and gave us both a crisp green bill. At that point I was thinking of how pilot guy was sorta cute and how I should have behaved. Guy number two just didn’t have it as far as looks went. Not mucho feo (ugly) but not really my type. The bar was a little slow that night on account of it being a weekday. Glasses clanked and the smoke hung in the darkest corners of the room. Conversations wafted through the smoky air finding false purpose through shot glass goggles. The bartender laughed and leaned back against the obsidian counter top behind her probably wondering if any one had noticed her blood red fingernails. I did they were a great shade.

Tanya got up.

    “Girl I have to go to the restroom.” She said as she rose and her bob flitted about her head. Guy number two and I engaged in another forgetful conversation when a scream came from the restroom. I got up quickly grabbing my purse to see what was going on. I recognized that “queen” scream anywhere!

 It was Tanya!

    I pushed open the crimson red and pitch black doors not knowing what to expect and found Tanya holding the green bill he had given her. She looked half drunk and full of excitement. Her droopy drunk eyes were a wee bit wider and a greedy grin graced her visage.

    “Girl Check the money he gave you!” She shouted as if she had just discovered she could turn a frog into a prince!!! Her eyes were practically bursting from the sockets. It seemed as if she would have just grabbed my hands, forced them into my pockets, and told me what I had in them. I dug into my pocket and pulled out that single green bill he had given me.

    It was a single one hundred dollar bill. Apparently the jumping Navajo bean had one also.

    Uh…. he must’ve made a mistake was my thought. I got smart real quick and shoved it back in my pockets. No way!

    “Girl let’s get the hell out of here! He may have made a mistake and might ask us back for it.” We both knew that we had to leave right then. We strode out silently and saw no sign of Guy number two. Luckily the restrooms were not in view of the table we were sitting at. We made a dash for the door and rushed out into the night.

We did it!

    We ran across the street and giggled like two young school girls revealing who they had a crush on and teasing each other about it. Only in this case it sure wasn’t "loose fingers" Guy number two! I had a lingering thought of pilot guy as we sashayed our way down Central back to my apartment and wondered if he would have given us a ride in that plane if we had been nicer to him.

© 2007 Tyrene Banks

Tags: confessions...queen

Posted at 08:51 am | Link | Leave A Review!!! | 2 Reviews | Add to Memories | Tell a Friend

location: Home

mood: accomplished

music: Authority Zero

Hello.

     My names "Tyrene" and I'm doing a little foray into writing. It's not my forte but I've wanted to write about some experiences I've had and share them with you guys. Some of my experiences are a little rough with bad language so forgive me for that. It's just the way things happened. I am tentatively titling one of my stories (I'm working on two), "Confessions of a Flea Market Rez' Queen."

    Yes I'm a transsexual and a Native American so that's my reason for the title. It's a semi-autobiography on my escapades and tumultuous experience with alcohol, drugs, homelessness, and just getting by. Hopefully it's not too much of a downer but I'm sure there's an audience for my writings out there. It's a little disconcerting for me at times to write about these things but I feel very strongly that someone might get a little something out of it. I'm presently sober and just take things day by day. I also have a very offbeat sense of humor so if you don't get something let me know and I'll try and explain it in lay mans (lol.. sorry that term is asking for it) terms. I'm not very familiar with how this site works in terms of rules and layouts yet so bear with me.

    My other story is a story is called "Skitter: A Love Story." It's a tale of a "Tranny"who finds herself the nexus of strange goings-on (paranormal) and strives to find the balance between good and bad. I've based some of the characters on people who I've met throughout the years and do not include their real names (of course). This story is a work in progress so what you read on the blogs are not the finished version. You gotta pay for it :-P Just kidding. Okay enough of my snide comments.

    I hope you enjoy the excerpts from my writings as they are works in progress. The stories will grow as I do hopefully for the better. As far as getting some works printed that would be a godsend. The wonders it would do for my ego! LOL. Just kidding.

P.S. I may throw some random writings and stuff in from time to time. We'll see how this         
       goes =0)

Enjoy! 

Posted at 05:26 pm | Link | Leave A Review!!! | 2 Reviews | Add to Memories | Tell a Friend

mood: busy

Skitter: A Love Story

    It was really quite by accident she met him. She had been wallowing in her pity patty thoughts all day. So far away from home now sitting in the shadows of her one room apartment. The smoke from her cigarette languidly making spirals up in the air. Her nostrils were so dry from the air conditioner she thought all the nose hairs would just break off and she would inhale them. I'd probably get some kind of pulmonary embolism too. She thought. It was nearing five o' clock and nothing seemed to excite her anymore. The landlord had come by earlier knocking on her door rather harshly.

Rap rap rap! Rap Rap rap!! Rap Rap Rap!!!

    Go Away she thought. I don't have your money. She sensed movement out of the corner of her eye.

Skitter skitter skitter. Squish!!!

    She raised her fist from the table. Yuck. Damn Roaches. A big one this time. Fuck. She got up rather slowly and made her way to the recliner sitting in front of her little 9" B & W television. Gotta clean this dead thing off my hand she reminded herself. She went to her little bathroom. If you could call it one. It was more like a closet with the clothes hangar bar removed. There was a toilet and a small stand-only shower crammed into the corner. No carpet. No porcelain tile. Just cheap manual labor.

     Ahhh ... the water felt invigorating. She used a lot of antibacterial soap. Maybe too much because she couldn't stand cockroaches. They'd be one of the only things left after a Nuclear Holocaust? Poor things. Doomed to wander this planet. I guess this is their hell then. She thought. Looking in the mirror she knew she truly needed a shower. Her hair was a damned mess. She was a tattered old lady. "Old?" she thought. She quietly laughed a soft chuckle. She was only 28 but felt 40. Working at those drive-up dry cleaners had been taking it's toll on her. She did it all for so little. Her only bragging rights were the CD's she had amassed and nothing else. After washing her hands there came a soft rap at the door.

    "Yeah!" she said loudly enough for whoever it was outside to hear.

    "Autumn!" a feminine voice came through the cracks around the door. "Let me in! I heard about the bullshit that happened today!"

    Damn sam does everyone know my business around here? She thought.

    "Hold on." she replied carefully closing the bathroom door. If you closed it too hard it would just fall off. She opened the door to find her neighbor there. Her neighbor Amy Knights, a short blond adult dancer, stood there looking concerned.

    "Damn girl. You look just fucked up!" Amy said as she pushed her taut young body past Autumn. Damn nineteen years old and a stripper! What a life. "Okay tell me from the start what happened."

    Amy settled into the recliner after shutting off the 9" B & W. More cockroaches appeared out of the television grills. Not big ones but small ones. They seemed to have lost interest with what was going on in the television and now were listening in on them. Their little antennas waved madly back and forth communicating telepathic messages.

    "Shit! Girl you gotta get this fucking place bombed." Amy said pulling up her legs onto the recliner. "Ok."

    What had happened at work was Autumn who seldom missed work at the most two times was fired. That really wasn't the problem. The problem was the management who seemed like part of the good-ol-boy network seemed to be shocked that a transsexual like Autumn was working for them. Horrified. Mortified. "Holyshit! We gotta fire this thing!" Kind of response. The manager who seemed nice most of the time had pulled her aside in more or less words asked her to cut her hair. They wanted a boy. The same exact words that she'd always hear from her mother and father when they'd get in one of their drunken belligerent moods.

    "Hey you alright?" Amy asked noticing that Autumn began to twitch rather violently. Suddenly she fell on the floor and began convulsing. All Autumn knew is that she heard echoes of Amy's voice and then saw lights and halos. That was it.
   
    "Autumn can you hear me?" A light was flashing in her eye's. She felt so tired and just wanted to go to sleep. Who were these people and where did they come from? "Autumn! Autumn! Were going to the hospital ok? She felt herself being lifted onto a rolling gurney. The B & W was in the background of the cacophony of medical terminology.

 Skitter skitter skitter.

    The din faded as Amy hopped into the Ambulance and held Autumns hand. Her soft blond hair reflecting the placid, cold fluorescent light. It looked green. Amy's pleasant demeanor shone through. Her hand felt warn and soothing. She was giving Autumn life. Great the dancing ditz is saving me Autumn thought.

    "Amy what happened? Why is my mouth hurting?" Autumn couldn't remember anything for the life of her. It was very disorienting and strange. Almost dreamlike.

    "You had a seizure honey. Your okay now. We're just going to get you checked out okay? Amy said as the Ambulance began to bounce and jostle along the road.

    28 year old Native American Female LOC times 1, temp 98.9, BP 129/78, resps 20, laceration to the right buccal area ...the voice on the radio seemed so far away as Autumn slipped into a somber sleep.

© 2007 Tyrene Banks

Tags: tranny love story

Posted at 02:56 pm | Link | Leave A Review!!! | Add to Memories | Tell a Friend