TG Inn

Just north of Lafayatte, Indiana, on I-65, there’s a hotel sitting empty. Every time I pass it, I think of what a great opportunity just sits there, rotting. If I were an eccentric millionaire, I’d love to buy the property, fix it up, and…

turn it into a permanent T-girl convention site. If I had the money, and the know-how, I think it’d be fun, and helpful to the community with a one-stop, vacation getaway for the transgendered community. Several times a year, t-girls fill up hotels in different parts of the country for conventions anyway. Many of them never leave the facility. So, why not have a year-round, never-end convention type atmosphere, without the annoying speakers and seminars?

Naturally, it’d be only open to transgendered people. We don’t want any riff-raff coming in off the Interstate, with a minivan filled with screaming kids. So, reservations only. And it would have to be in, or near a larger metropolitan area, to maximize the customer base.

There’d of course be a restaurant and a bar, with a little dance floor. There’d also be a salon, for hair, nails, and makeovers, and maybe a little clothing boutique. We’d have a photographer on hand as well. Maybe an on-staff therapist—preferably one who is also a registered masseuse.

The staff would be all transgendered. Cleaning crew, front desk, reservations, bartenders and waitresses, DJ, bellhops, cooks, gift shop, security, grounds crew… well, maybe we’d contract that job out. But, we’d still be providing jobs for people who are transitioning, or having trouble finding work after transitioning.

The bar would be open to the general public, because the general public would generally stay away. But, we would want supportive friends in the GLB and straight communities to party with us. And it doesn’t hurt to have a few admirers around to buy drinks.

Of course, there’d be problems. Trans-hookers would start hanging out, and that would draw the police. And because it’s tough to keep even the more subtle escorts out of the picture, we’d probably lose our liquor license.

And who wants to party without alcohol? Without a bar, a lot of people, (myself included) aren’t going to check-in. They can get stilted, uncomfortable conversation with perfect strangers at their local support group meeting.

So, I guess that uncovers the question of why that poor old hotel still sits empty on the side of I-65. Oh well. It’s fun to dream.

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