Laissez les bons temps rouler!

A most joyous Carnival to you and yours!

Where-ever I’ve been, I have observed Mardi Gras ever since spending 2 weeks in the Big Easy in college. We were not there during the Fat Tuesday celebrations, but the city affected me so profoundly, that I’ve tried to keep a piece of it in my heart since then.

I was able to visit NOLA about a week after Katrina hit, and yes, it broke my heart. But I am one of those who believe Mardi Gras is justified, even in a scaled back version in the wake of that disaster.

The French Quarter is where I met and talked with my first TS gals. Yes, they were working in one of those trashy dive bars on Bourbon Street. And while they were working and “working”, they still talked with me as people, once they learned I was TG myself, and just finding my way.

This was ’92: way before the Internet. Long before I had made contact with a support group. Those two girls probably influenced me more than I realize. While I didn’t follow their paths, hormones, hooking, drugs and whatnot, they did show me I was not alone. I wasn’t the only one like “this”, and it was possible to leave the house and live like one wanted.

I’ve never been to Mardi Gras, though I always wondered how acceptable a t-girl would be, especially now that the crowds are largely drunken college kids. But just the thought of someone yelling “Show us your tits!”, and being able to pull them out and hold them in the air, might make it worthwhile someday.

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