whitty a la city

True or False…  strength of character attracts strength of character?

Let’s play a game… when I say “alpha” you say “female”…  ALPHA! FEMALE! ALPHA FEMALE!

When I say “intimidation” you say “factor” … INTIMIDATION! FACTOR! INTIMIDATION! FACTOR!

I guess I only have myself to thank for the dichotomy I’m faced with daily… “Sweet Wench” really has a ring to it.

I kicked ass in flag football in 2^nd grade and not a lot has changed. Except that I got taller. And stopped dressing like a boy.  My point is that, being born with a dominant personality lends itself well in the office and on the court, but when it comes to relationships… take the G-Fat’s advice and “FA-GET ABOUT IT.”

This is not a new revelation I’ve unearthed… quite the opposite. It is my life in a nutshell really: Artist on a Mission. Try to keep up. The reason my attention has been caught recently, is my involuntary social experiment here in NYC. It is always interesting how strangers respond to a 6’2” blonde… I blend in pretty well in California, sans “enhancements,” yet only get hit on by men with enhancements i.e. meatheads and creepy uncles. In Italy the men would literally follow me down the street asking me to bare their first born, jumping at my feet like little poodles yelping “Pet me, pet me!” But in le Apple, I’m dealing with an entirely different beast. I’d like to introduce you to The Trancyclist Sexican. Visualize, if you will, a senornada (south-a-la-border version of  a tranny) in hot pants (booty shorts), a bikini top and combat boots. Perplexing, I know. Don’t hurt yourself. He/She pedaled up behind me, with legs like Arnold in his glory days, but with more hair, and snickered “I-i-i-i-i-I Mom-eeeee!” “Ehhhh, no?!” I wasn’t sure if it was a proposition, a question or an allergic reaction, but I knew my answer would be NO, no matter what. He/She popped her lips and hissed all the way from 75^th to 100^th street, and sadly, that was the most action I’ve gotten since I’ve been here. The Miniture Sexicans selling wieners (pork and their own) on street corners don’t count. I’m not racist… I’m sure white transgender crackers gave Sexicans the idea of “both”…  but I do I feel like I’m listening to Rosetta Stone para Espanol on the subway everyday.

So in conclusion, the only men that are not intimidated by me, are half-woman. Go figure.