Or: To know know know me is to love love love me.(Ha! We can't help whom we fall in love with can we?)
It's been over two months since I last blogged so this is just to let you know I'm still around and haven't disappeared into the ether.
I went to a party held by a work colleague two days ago where I wore make-up and sling backs. I did worry whether I should or not but my friend told me that life is too short to worry about what everybody else thinks about my clothes.
So tomorrow I'm going in to work expecting some very sneering comments, a lot of questions and some favourable comments. The good thing is that I won't have to pretend that am not interested in women's clothes anymore and I can relax about what I say. I know exactly who will be taking the piss most but as I will be laughing at myself with them I can't see that it will do any damage in the long run.
As I go out en femme more often now, I meet a lot of interesting and inquisitive people. I haven't come across any aggressive stances by anyone. The worst behaviour has been emitting stares, which I can understand. I'm beginning to see that we imagine the world to be full of bigoted monsters but I realise that most people are fairly tolerant and curious to know more. Shop assistants and bouncers seem to be very people savvy.
Anyway, I appreciate the blokey side of me much more now and am finally confident to be both masculine and feminine. I quite like the name associated with this: "two spirits"
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Two_spirits
Denver Two Spirits society
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I actually got a compliment from one of the guys at the party. He told me that it was great that age had made me confident enough not to care what the fuck anybody else thought of what I looked like.
Well: stubble , trousers, a lady's jacket, make-up and sling backs is a fine balancing act.
Er... that was a compliment wasn't it?
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