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	<title>Bath House Index &#187; Transgendered</title>
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	<description>Index of Bath Houses, Spas and Turkish Baths</description>
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		<title>Ass Eater</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 31 Jan 2010 23:27:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>kingotbass</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Transgendered]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[  As a musician, I meet all sorts of people but most of my friends are other musicians. We just seem to understand each other better. Years ago, I had a friend who was a keyboard player. We all called him Dee because he had that young Billy Dee Williams looks. Young, dark skinned, moustache, cool hair, the deepest darkest eyes and a smile that could melt ice.

  Dee mostly played pop, R&#038;B, soul, etc. I moved to another state and as often happens, Dee &#038; I lost touch with each other. Well as luck would have it, I wound up on the road and while on a club tour, ran into Dee. I was stoked! Dee looked pretty much the same except that his hair was longer and he no longer had the moustache. We chatted for a bit but then I had to get ready to do the show. We exchanged numbers and email addresses and looked forward to catching up.]]></description>
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		<title>We All Make Mistakes</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 31 Jan 2010 23:25:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>kingotbass</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[We all make mistakes...but sometimes things work out for the best.
When I was 24, I moved back to Pittsburgh. I'd been living in a small,
rural community in Ohio that was possibly the most boring place on Earth.

    Being a musician, I figured the best way to get my name around town &#038;
start getting gigs was to start hitting the jam sessions held all over the
city, of which there were plenty at the time. For those unfamiliar with the
scene, at a jam session, you basically just show up with your instrument
and sometimes put your name on a sign-in sheet, sometimes you're just asked
to sit in. As I had a "look" back then, I never had to sign in. The other
musicians just knew I was a player! It was the early 90s and instead of the
typical long, dirty hair look, I sported an exaggerated pompadour and
usually wore a bowling-type shirt or a guyaberra and usually baggy dress
pants. I stand about 5'8 but was well built...broad shoulders, well defined
chest and a 32" waist.]]></description>
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		<title>Happy Birthday</title>
		<link>http://www.bathhouseindex.com/stories/transgendered/happy-birthday/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 31 Jan 2010 23:23:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>kingotbass</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Transgendered]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[Happy Birthday]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[If you've been reading my stories then you know that I have a weakness
for black dick...especially if the owner of that dick is wearing panties,
stockings, etc! Well this story is no different...and like the others, its
true.

  For years I had very close friend who was/is a black tranny. We met while
I was on a date with a friend of hers. The date didn't go too well but I
was lucky enough to meet this new friend. We made odd friends to be sure.
She was young, tall, glamorous, black and a bit wild. I, on outward
appearances, seemed more conservative. Being a white guy in my 30s, good
job, John Q. Citizen type...but still a bit wilder than most would guess.
My new friend and I became pretty much inseperable and after a period of
time, became playmates as well as friends.]]></description>
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