Learning Curve Pt 2 - The Truth Explodes

In part one of this my intention was to write about my trip south, which I did but it focused mainly on the moron who tried to intimidate me. The night itself I really enjoyed with Kate, Diana and Sandi who doesn't get much chance to get out.
I had managed to go flying over a table in my hotel room and bounce my head with a severe crack of the wall.
After that mishap I met Diana in the hotel lobby and we went to the car park where we were meeting Sandi.
This got a bit strange. It felt like Diana and myself were in a spy movie or cop film on a stakeout. Diana's car was on the second level overlooking the street. She didn't have a mobile number for Sandi just her car make and registration plate number.
While we were trying to spot Sandi's car I saw Kate walking past behind us.
Sandi turned up soon after, so off we went to AXM then Eden for a meal.
We then went to the Manchester Concord meet upstairs at the Rembrandt and onto Axm Late, which to be honest I wasn't really impressed with, but it was a quiet night.
Kate and Sandi had to go home so Diana and myself went to Naps.
We both did a lot of Dancing which I love. We also discussed a few things about being trans. I told her about the first time I ever went out dressed up, if you could call it that.
I actually went out dressed up when I was 14. Diana is the first person I've ever told about it. What I did was get a skirt, tights, blouse and a pair of low heeled shoes that I could just squeeze my feet into. To hide behind a snorkel parka when zipped up nobody could see my face. Think a trans version of Kenny out of Southpark.
I remember it was early evening and the light was fading and it was raining a bit.
I got changed quickly behind a garage and went off for a walk. The few people I did pass didn't seem to take much notice although my heart was pounding. A van did stop to and the driver asked me for directions. I mumbled something and walked on quickly. That was enough, I found somewhere to get out of the shoes and skirt. Jeans and trainers on and I went home. I must admit it was a real rush but also very scary and I never did it again. Guess I've always been a bit stupid.
Well we discussed a few other things which I thought about on the way home. The night came to an end and I've told about what happened then.
The trip home included a landslide and a flood and took 9 hours longer than usual to get home. Which gave me a lot of time to think.
I put a link to a song. I thought it apt as Jimmy Page played with Leona Lewis at the closing ceremony of the Olympics today. This one is about things going wrong and the truth explodes if that makes any sense. It's recorded in a market in Marrakech.
(takes about 30 seconds for the song to start properly)

YouTube - The Truth Explodes - Jimmy Page & Robert Plant

Learning Curve - Becoming a Streetwise Woman

I'm back from Manchester and really enjoyed myself, but there were a couple of things that put a damper on it.
First off I'm going to recount what happened at the end of the night.
I had met up with Diana,Kate and Sandi. It ended up with Diana and myself in Naps till just after 3am.
Diana was staying at the Rem not far down the street. I had a bit further to go.
When I left and got on to Canal St I was heading towards Princess St there was nobody about.
I decided to quicken my pace. I was wearing low heels, but I'm still not used to wearing them, but I was going at a reasonable pace. At the bottom of Canal St I heard someone shouting. Some bloke was shouting at me.
'You fucking ugly bitch, fucking tranny I'm going to kill you', were a couple of things I caught. This idiot was not far from me when I got on to Princess St.
Waiting for a break in the traffic I stood and kept an eye on him. I didn't react just watched waiting if he was coming for me I was ready. I got a break in the traffic and crossed calmly keeping an eye on him. He went off up Canal St still shouting.
I recounted this on a tg forum and the replies got me thinking.
If I'm out presenting as female, I've really got to think as a female. If my wife had ever done something similar I wouldn't have been happy. In the end dressed I'm more of a target so really I have to be a streetwise girl or maybe more, streetwise tranny.
In the end it means stepping out with confidence, but being sensible and not wandering round looking like a victim or scared, which I don't do as bob, but perhaps getting a taxi where I wouldn't bother as bob, but should have as Karen.
It's a lesson thankfully not a painful one, but a valuable one.
I'm on a learning curve, that rammed it home. It hasn't put me of going out. Far from it. I was happy I didn't panic and coped.
One other thing I did was filled in th GMP hate crime form online anom. At least they can use it for monitoring purposes if nothing else, but everyone who suffers a hate crime, which that was, has to report it in some shape or form so at least there is a record of these things happening.
I'll leave in there for now.