Back in the days when I was dealing poker in a strip joint, it used to be filled with smoke, loud music and of course naked women everywhere. My boss asked me; do you know how to deal blackjack? I answered no; but said how hard can it be to count to 21, not knowing there was way more involved than just counting to 21; there were very important Rules too. But him being just as oblivious to the game as I was, the yonk gave me a bankroll and sent me on my way.
Yea he forgot to tell me where I would be dealing blackjack. He just gave me an address and sent me on my way. No problem! I was ready and willing, reminding myself that this was going to be fun, and damn the “shock” couldn’t have gotten better! I went from dealing poker in a strip joint to dealing black jack in a gay bar! Yea you heard me right, in a gay bar. Lucky for me, it was female impersonation night, and I had a front row seat.
The people were strange yet fantastic, just really nice. Now there was a time when my spiky hair were actually long! Its difficult for me to even remember myself with long hair now! But yeah my hair was certainly belonging to the category of “long” then.
Now gay men like nothing better than to make them selves beautiful…and if they cant do it to them selves, then do it to those around them! And guess whom that included? Yes - lucky me.
I wasn’t there for an hour and they were playing dress up with me. I’m talking about putting dress up clothes and shoes on me, fixing my make-up and hair bigger than it already was. By the time the show started you would have thought I was a female impersonator myself! Can’t fight the fish when in water! So I got all decked up giving all the Broadway opera’s a run for their money!
The drinking and gambling began. The blackjack game was on. I can barely count to 21 when I am sober, how in the world will I count to 21 when I am drunk? Not to worry, neither could they.
The money was flying around like the wind, we were all drunk and no one had a clue on any official rules of blackjack, but I sure acted as if I owned the rules of the game. If I said I had blackjack they would all agree and clap, sometimes if someone was loosing all his money I would tell him he beat me, and would pay him off.
They didn’t know any better, and I didn’t really care at that time. As I said no one had a clue on the official rules of blackjack or what was going on so it really didn’t matter, as long as I was the big winner at the end of the night, everything was great.
For a while that became my new job, no more girls running around the poker table half naked, now it was all guys who wanted to be girls running around the blackjack table half naked, wow how do I find these jobs?
Lucky is what I would call it.
I became really good friends with most of the people. But before I knew it they shut it down for illegal gambling in a bar. You see it was ok to deal poker in a bar, because we didn’t cut the pot for rake, we made money from tips only, and that was the legal way to do it.
I can honestly say; I was the lucky one, I had made friends with so many people there. I also learned two lessons, one how to count to 21 in many ways as also I learned not to judge people for what they are, but for who they are.
I can tell you they are everyday people just like you and me. We all loved to play blackjack, They just have different sexual preferences, but they do have hands, feet, legs, arm, hair, and most of all; they all have a heart, just like me. They give hella good tips on beauty. Sometimes I also need to remind myself to stop the judging and remember we are all Gods children, we all come from the same place, our mothers privates, so we cannot be too different can we? Make love not war.
