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an invitation

I've never spelled this out in my blog; not in so many words. But I invite you to contact me if ever you happen to be in Montreal. This is especially an invitation to my regular readers who I have come to know only via cyberspace. Suffice it to say it would be my distinct pleasure to have a conversation over a coffee or a meal.

I have said it here before: we are all different except for this condition we share so we aren't all going to be best friends by virtue of this shared experience. Still, I have always learnt something every time I have overlapped with another trans person. It may have amounted to nothing more than advice on dressing or makeup but other times it has been considerably more.

Unfortunately most of the people I have really hit it off with do not live near me. This is just Murphy's law I tell myself but if I think again what are the odds of making a solid connection with another trans person in your geographical area among a tiny fraction of the population? Fairly slim.

I have a contact box to the right that you can use to reach me. Please do not hesitate to use it if you think you will be in my neck of the woods. If the timing works for both of us it would be nice to make your acquaintance.

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  1. I've been to your beautiful city and I do business with some Montreal based companies, but haven't had reason to travel there as of late. That might all change in a year or two. It's so important for me to have like-minded friends to chat with, face-to-face, and you know I'd enjoy the chat in a Monetreal coffee house.

    Calie xxx

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    1. it would be a pleasure to meet up with you Calie!

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