RealTravel“My weekend with the Transvestite/Transgender Congress”
By Joseph Smith
Okay, imagine this. You're in an area where there are many hotels and many more people who need hotel rooms.
It's the season for English holidays (vacations for those of you who haven't read or watched movies) and that equates to the season where lots of English hotels are full.
Here I am, on my own for the weekend to fend for myself in a foreign land. It's Thursday and I don't have a place to stay yet. I've called several places and no one seems to have any room at the Inn...
So imagine my surprise when a fairly nice hotel in Harrogate says that they can accommodate me for the weekend. Beautiful!
As with most hotels, the Cairn offers breakfast as part of the cost of the room. The breakfast buffet consists of scrambled eggs, sauteed mushrooms, stewed tomatoes, English bacon, fried eggs, baked beans, potato dumplings, toast, coffee or tea, sausage (herb and Leek or Cumberland), fruit juice (orange, apple, grapefruit).... They call it a "Full English Breakfast." Enough food even for a large, hungry American.
There I was, finishing up my breakfast when it starts to slowly register in my mind that most of the English ladies I'd seen walking in had been extraordinarily... Well, not nice looking. Once that goes from subconscious to conscious, I begin to notice that these ladies are also seriously tall for women. That's followed shortly by the fact that some of the ladies seem to be wearing wigs and still others seemed like they probably should have shaved a little more carefully.....
This is England. There are some cultural differences between our countries. Could be that this was some sort of strange men's club that required it's members to dress up as women and go to breakfast at a local restaurant. I mean, we have "The Hawgs," Washington Redskin fans who dress up as pigs in women's clothing and go to all the Redskin home games. Then they resume their normal lives the following day.
Okay, I'm very "live and let live." I'm very secure in my own sexuality and I figure everyone elses sexuality is their own affair. But wading through 60 or 70 extremely well-dressed (I'm talking pearls, silk dresses, furs, and some lovely perfumes...) "ladies" is a little odd. Following dinner, I felt like I needed to find out what was going on.
Me: "Um, can I ask you a question?"
Hotel Employee: "Certainly sir."
"The, um... Ladies in the other room...?"
"Yes?"
"Uhh... I don't want to be rude, but what's going on?"
That's when I found out that I was there during the Transvestite and Transgender Congress. Apparently an annual event hosted by the Cairn Hotel. . . .