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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Well,the reactions I got wasn't what I expected. In fact I didn't get any reaction. Actually, I detected that work colleagues were avoiding looking me straight in the face and had an embarrassed look that they couldn't quite cover up. At least the two who did see me on the night gave me some feedback: one said that it was another side to my character she hadn't been aware of before. the other said she was shocked on the night but was fine with it and it didn't make any difference to her. Bless her. So she still thinks I'm an arsehole.
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Yup, sometimes other people's reactions can be a little disappointing, as in no reaction at all. I guess trannies are becoming passe, maybe. So, what other attention seeking activities are there? :)
P.S. You're a braver soul than I am. We need people like you to push through barriers and educate people. It's the only way folk are going to get used to us. Good on ya!
Sorry, I missed you at PPs. Vanessa and I went on Friday, but it was all a last minute thing. Oh, and I blogged about it if you want to get caught up on my rather dull life.
Ha! "What other attention seeking activities are there"!!
You are a girl of same ilk to me.
I don't consider myself brave. I do seek the opportunity to talk to mainstream society to put my point of view forward and to try to get trannies accepted.Thanks for the encouragement.I know you have done far more in that respect than I shall ever achieve.
I read your blog about PP, walking and Vanessa and was fascinated.They say that people judge you by the company you keep. You can't get any better than Vanessa.
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