adventures as a fem

We are into the Lenten season, which means we just recently left Mardi Gras season.  When most people think of Mardi Gras, they think booze, Bourbon (Street), and boobs.  Well, there is another "b"...balls!  Not those kind! :)

This year I was privileged enough to be invited to the Zulu ball.  It was a wonderful experience.  I was also invited to attend an LGBT ball.  I was so stoked because I was a guest of the queen.  Now, for Zulu, ladies had to wear evening gowns and gents had to wear tuxes.  I wasn't thrilled to have to put on a gown but Mardi Gras comes but once a year.  So, I had this dress that I paid too much for to wear once.  I recycled it and wore it to the LGBT ball. 

The dress looked good on me.  It is an emerald, sweetheart bust, strapless gown with a split that comes mid thigh and ruched gown (rumor has it, there's a pic at the bottom).  It hugged in all the right places.  It was a simple gown and that's what I liked about it.  Simple, yet elegant.  I figured I would fly below the radar and not get too many second looks.  While that was true for Zulu, it was not for the LGBT ball.

There were four of us that arrived together.  Three girls and a guy.  We had to wait for a while because the ballroom was not completely set up.  There were a handful of folks all dressed up waiting to go in and more arriving my the minute.  The ballroom wasn't ready but the bar was (and it was open bar).  Half of our group went to the bar, which left two of us standing there to take in the sights.

I noticed that I was being stared at like a piece of meat.  I felt objectified.  I mentioned this to my friend who responded, "You look good. I'm objectifying you right now."  I dismissed my thoughts, thinking that maybe I'm tripping.  I wasn't.  Throughout the evening, studs (and fems) were literally licking there chops and staring in my direction.

As I was walking in the bathroom, a stud and her lady were also going in.  The stud held the door for her lady and then looked at me and said 'after you'.  I thought to myself how nice.  But...as I walked past her she said 'so young and yet so sexy. come see me.'  Ummmm, sir, you got a woman and she right over there.  That was the first of many times one-half of a relationship/couple would make suggestive comments to me.  Needless to say, I stuck close to my group.

While I had a lot of fun at the ball, I couldn't help but wonder if ladies go through this all the time.  Intellectually, I know the answer is yes.  But damn, these weren't high schoolers with little control over their hormones.  These were grown assed women and men.  I felt so uncomfortable at times.  I made sure to not drink too much so that I could always be aware of my surroundings.

I guess I had forgotten about this aspect of being a lady.  Most days the attention I get is people trying to figure out if I'm a boy or girl.  That I can handle.  But this....this was just too much for me.  Ladies, I tip my fedora to you.  This kind of shiggity

Makes. No. Sense.