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When I was first exploring the world as a novice transgender woman, one of the first big discoveries I made was the male gay bar scene was not for me.
I initially thought going to a gay bar was a safe place to be. I found I was safe, to the point of not being threatened but on the other hand I did not anticipate being ignored to the point of being discriminated against. Since I knew the odds of anyone hitting on me would be very low, again I was lonely all the way to the point of being ignored at the bar when I tried to order a drink. Also, I disliked being treated like a drag queen on nights when there was a show. Within a short period of time, I grew tired of the experience and looked for other outlets to explore.
About that time, I became aware of several new lesbian bars which had opened around the Dayton, Ohio area and wondered how my acceptance would be at them. Since my sexuality had never changed from liking women, I felt more comfortable in their company and wanted to see if they accepted me at all. Not to be “picked up” so to speak but to be treated on a friendly basis. Initially, I knew of three lesbian bars of which I tried to go to two.
The first one I tried did not accept me at all. It was a very butch dominated bar where I got in trouble for playing Shania Twains “Man, I feel Like a Woman.” The lesbians huddled around the small…
