Last night I was chatting with my roommate over dinner. Conversation turned towards love matters. She is single and said that men around her age (in her fifties) weren't in good shape, physically or emotionally. She wondered out loud if she should look into dating women.
I said most men cannot do that (be flexible on the sexual front). Women associate sexual attraction with emotional security, while it's more physical for men. She questioned my sources and said this was chauvinist thinking (in pretty much these words, but with grace and humor). "If men didn't face the stereotypical models of what human sexuality should be, they would be as open as women are to homosexual relationships".
After some friendly wrangling of the issue, I conceded that yes, perhaps I'm closed minded in the matter. I'm not a "macho probado", a term in Mexico which signifies a man who has proven his heterosexuality by disliking having sex with another man. But, I said to her, there is so much unexplored in the front door, that I feel no inclination towards exploring what's in the back door.
"It's like one time I was waiting for a taxi in Mexico City", I said. "A beautiful lady in a miniskirt approached me and asked me if I wanted a night of fun", I usually don't entertain ideas of getting laid in exchange for money, but she was really attractive so I asked how much was it. "$10 if you want me to blow you, $20 full service" [translated into USD to convey the affordable price]. Wow, that's cheap, I thought. I was considering the moral implications of getting laid in exchange for money, I said out loud "I've never been with..." I was struggling to say "prostitute" but she completed the phrase saying "you've never been with a trans girl?", and gasped in surprise and said "Oh you are a trans girl! I've never been with a working girl! Sorry, this would be a leap too big for me at this time. You are really beautiful but I will have to pass". We kissed goodbye and I jumped into the cab to go back home, alone.