Boy Mode Saturday

 While I have been enjoying getting to know myself more as Trixie, I'm still trying to also have fun as my masculine side.

So, I invited three friends/acquaintances out for a baseball game this past Saturday. I'd won tickets to a nearby minor league team's game of my choosing and Saturday was the day upon which we all agreed.

I grew up a baseball fan and my parents would often get tickets through their employer. This meant we went to at least one major league game every year when I was younger.

My dad actually played some semi pro baseball when he was younger. While I tried my best whenever I played, baseball was never my sport; wrestling was the one that always drew me.

While my dad appreciated me being interested in sports, I think it also upset him that I wasn't better at baseball (not that he ever helped me with that).

Anyway, I still enjoy going out to see games, especially minor league games. They haven't made it to the majors yet, so they seem to try harder than their majors counterparts. The minor league fields also seem more intimate and usually have cool features surrounding them (I've been to ballparks that have rollercoasters in the outfield, their own version of Boston's Big Green Monster, set on an island, or even set in the shadow of a huge college football stadium).

As for the people with me on this trip, I included my best guy friend, one of my two best friends growing up, and my ex-wife's current husband. I'm sure that last one will surprise people (it usually does when I tell them). The reason I included him is because he's essentially me, so we have a lot in common. Plus, now that he's seen how my ex is like everyday and not just the sob story she told about when I was with her, he has the thousand yard stare. I tell people he has a look of buyer's remorse (funny enough, we discussed such matters during the game and how it can be frustrating dealing with her at times).

While two of the three know about me being pansexual (and my best guy friend also knows about me as Trixie), my best friend growing up doesn't. The reason being that he's a MAGA Republican, so I'm not sure how well he'd handle the revelation. Thankfully, we usually keep any political talk to a bare minimum. Also, since this was strictly a guys trip, Trixie didn't have to come up in conversation.

The first thing we noticed when pulling up to the field was the crazy guy picketing outside the main gate. Imagine a pudgy, wild haired fanatic with a sign reading "Repent for your sins." He kept spouting about how we're all sinners, we all need to repent, and how we're all going to hell. I almost told him that he was a day early and how Enlightenment Day at the ballpark was Sunday. But I didn't feel like dealing with him bothering me the rest of the game.

Plus, he had enough people wanting to do him harm as he continued shouting his verbiage during the National Anthem. Now, while he was the kind of crazy person where he does mention one or two things that does make sense and I'm also not very happy with a lot of what's done in the name of my country these days, I still stand in respect of the flag during the anthem (respecting for which it's supposed to stand instead of the bastardizing of it currently going on by our government officials).

Anyway, after that craziness was put in the rearview mirror, each of us got to enjoying the game as we saw fit. My old best friend, ate a little bit and then drank the rest of the game (he chugged his last draft to make room for one last bottle when it was Last Call). My ex's current husband asked lots of questions since he doesn't follow baseball as much and I was happy to answer them. My best guy friend disappeared around the fourth inning and didn't return until the seventh. He went to find an old timer whom was signing autographs and taking pictures with fans. He went through a whole ordeal where he had to go back and forth across several levels and missed his chance. I didn't have the heart to tell him at that time that, all the issues he had to deal with, I'd informed him about previously that week and he must've forgotten. He seemed upset enough.

Meanwhile, I sat and enjoyed the entire game. I still like to keep track on my scorecard. It was something I picked up on early while playing baseball and I still enjoy doing at games to this day. Whenever I needed something to eat or a refill, I asked one of the group to get it for me whenever they got up (I still paid for my own items and they brought me my change).

While I was there, I spoke to someone about being Trixie and how I do wish I had someone with whom to experience more romantic situations. They were open and kind with their energy and seemed to understand me. They were the type where, if I wasn't surrounded by people who might judge me, I'd embrace and cuddle with them while we enjoyed the game. Oh well. Once again, c'est la vie.

Like usual, I had tons of fun at the game. I really need to go to more. The home team won, which always helps with the experience. We enjoyed the post game festivities (such as some amazing fireworks) and then headed home.

Our group expressed wanting to hang out again for other sporting events. Since the current husband is a big hockey fan, we discussed going to one since tickets are pretty affordable.

So, while I do continue enjoying the times when I'm Trixie, there are still many times whenever my masculine side can find enjoyment as well. Saturday was an absolute case in point.