Originally Posted by
MisterV
Back when disco was on its way out and New Wave was up and coming I took my wife out dancing in downtown Portland; this was no big deal for a city slicker like me, but she was as country as they come, from a logging family up in the hills.
Being familiar with stumptown I knew some of the best music was spun at gay clubs, so that's where we went: but I neglected to tell her it was a gay club.
Anyway, she had to pee and went to the ladies room; she came out completely frazzled.
She said she was talking to a pretty girl when the girl, much to my wife's surprise, displayed "her" cock.
She'd never been around trannies or drag queens.
So to finish the night I took her to a bar filled with rabid lesbians; I was unwelcome but the dykes surrounded my wife, yakked it up with her, and when I tried to join the party a big bull dyke challenged me to a fist fight.
Not sure I could have beaten her.
Weird night.