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I had a former boss who called Columbus, Ohio “C-Bus”. I used to attend regional management meetings at his office in Columbus. Ironically, I had a difficult time keeping my mind on the business subjects because I was so happy to be back to where I had so many experiences coming out as a novice transgender woman.
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Very early I was able to attend what were referred to as transvestite mixers in “C-Bus”. I learned the true value of the mixer label when I met a number of new acquaintances throughout the gender spectrum. Anywhere from crossdressers who were fighting the urge to dress as women to impossibly beautiful and feminine transgender women carefully considering their next step. In other words to explore surgery and live full time lives as an out transgender woman. Most importantly I needed to discover more and more about where I wanted or needed to go with my gender dysphoria. I was stuck in the middle of the two gender binaries.
As I have mentioned, about half of the time, I was able to attend these mixers alone. Either my wife had to work or just didn’t want to go. Plus the mixers had decreased in size to exclusive parties at one of the transgender woman’s houses. She owned and lived in a restored brick house in the “German Village” restoration district just south of the downtown business district. The nights I was alone…
