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Yes. I'll never forget the first time I walked into a trans bar. A couple of weeks before, I had noticed the ladies strolling around the block for dates (this was Times Square back in the early 80s), and figured this was the bar that they were coming from. I walked in and my hands were shaking. There was a part of me that knew this little hole-in-the wall dive bar was home. I knew this is where I wanted to hang out. I immediately could sense the powerful aura of sexuality in the room. The girls were amazing, just oozing sexiness and femininity and they knew just how to look at the guys and make us feel welcome/wanted (it was a game, but they were good at it). And while they may have been overcompensating, for us guys, it was exactly how we had always fantasized things should be in a pickup bar. Sure, a lot of them were hustling, but there was a sense of community too, because they may have wanted to hustle, but they also wanted to make connections. I must have fallen in love 5 times that first night (at least after I had three straight shots of the strongest drink I could think of). I took a girl home that evening, and she wasn't hooking, we both just wanted to get in bed together, and it was an amazing experience. And I couldn't help thinking that this was as good or better sexual connection than I had had with any of the straight girls I had been with. The next week I went back and met Kim. Who would be my on and off Filipina lover for the next five years. What a strange and amazing period of my life. And of course it never left me.

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