So How was the Party?

Well I'm glad you asked, Kim!

I had a blast!

I worked until 2, then headed up to Amanda Richards to get my makeup done.  I wanted to look my best (and if they see me in Amanda makeup, they won't recognize me when I do my own.  Yes, that's convoluted reasoning but there it is.)

I finished up at Amanda's at around six.  One again, I was dressed as a super heroine.  This was the fifth time I've worn the outfit.  Yes, I get it cleaned.  I really enjoy it, and since I paid a lot to have it made, I want to make use of it.  That said, my coworkers won't see it again.

Mary Marvel flies again!

A quick aside- why Mary Marvel?  When I first approached the person who made it (the amazing Lorraine Anderson of "Occasional Woman"), I had several ideas.  I knew I wanted to be a super hero.  I narrowed it to a few: Mary Marvel, Power Girl, or Batgirl (the red headed one.)  Doing Power Girl represented many issues, chief among them my weight (I'd need to lose a LOT).  Batgirl?  The mask would've cost a lot.  Mary Marvel has many costume variations, so I chose a traditional 1940s look which would help with my size and be fun for Lorraine to make (so she told me.)  End tangent.


So where was I?  I arrived at the party after seven and quickly had a few drinks.  Many people were already there and had a good laugh.  Despite being in a skirt in front of them, I was totally at ease.  There were some looks and some comments, but nothing nasty. Well, one person said I made an ugly woman. I just didn't care what they thought.  It was a party after all.

The night went on, and people had more to drink. We toasted the Honoree with shots Glenmorangie and of Jaegermeister. Other people arrived.  Many took pictures (most of which I haven't seen.)  Many of us played a game kind of like $25,000 Pyramid (if any of you remember that.)

A coworker snapped this picture of me drinking

I was asked lots of questions, most of them having to do with what was I using for breasts.  Some were asking why I was dressed as a woman.  Many had no idea of who I was dressed as.  (Is there any way I can make that last sentence grammatically correct?) I smiled and answered many of the questions, but not all.  A girl has to keep some mystery after all. 

One woman was hitting on me... really hard.  "I think it's so cool that you can get in touch with your feminine side without the whole macho bullshit" she said as she caressed my arm.  Well, if you want to know the truth...

Much later in the night, I was preparing to shower. That woman who I just mentioned dared me to change out of the costume, put on my street clothes, but keep on the bra, etc.  So I did.  That said, I DID remove the corset. 

Does this shirt make me look fat?

Later, I removed the wig and makeup.  I wasn't awake much longer, as I had drunk a lot, and it was 3 AM.  I crashed on an air mattress upstairs.  I am told the party lasted until around 6:30 AM. 

I woke up around 7:30 AM, and stepped over sleeping bodies to leave.  I went home and went back to bed.  At 4 PM, I was at work for another shift.

Fallout?  A lot of people asked about me wearing women's clothing AGAIN.  I pointed out that the costume cost money so I was going to wear it.  My manager said something like "You seem to be too comfortable wearing women's clothes."  (He wasn't there.)  I laughed and said there was nothing comfortable about it.

But there was.  I enjoyed being me, even if They didn't realize it.  Let them talk.  The most they can do is speculate.  Two years ago, the idea of them talking would've horrified me.  Now?  Who cares?  Is this growth? Indifference?

In any case, they've seen the last of Mary Marvel.  I have other costumes to wear, even if I want to be me: an Evil Queen, a Saint Pauli Girl...

... or maybe I'll try this:

Who knows?

What I do know is that I had a great time and that I managed to maybe educate some people.  Most important, our honoree, "E", had a blast and was sent off with style.

Party tonight.

I'm going to a party tonight.  It's a co-worker's going away party... and I'm going as Sophie. 

My co-workers don't know about my feminine side. 

I have a co-worker leaving for Instanbul. (We'll call her E.)  She's moving there to be with her boyfriend who is teaching there for a couple years.  So tonight is her going away party.  As it's her party, she chose the theme.  She chose "Halloween."  Why?  because she hosted the Halloween party that no one came to due to snow.  (I wrote about that here)  So dammit, she wanted her Halloween party!  Oh, and E asked me to wear the same outfit.

Besides, E says "There are 3 things I won't be able to have in Turkey:  my friends, good beer, or being able to dress up in a costume."

Ok, so I'm going to this party.  Unlike last time, I didn't bust my ass for a month setting it up.  Nope.  I dropped off the bar and decorations last night as well as my stereo with appropriate tunes (I made a new 2 CD mix set for this party.)

But I will be there as Sophie.  And many coworkers will see me that way. 

My costume then and for tonight

To be fair, this will not be the first time.  I've been to two other parties as a woman.  The first was my "re-awakening" night back in 2008.  E even helped me choose the outfit.  I even went to the store.  The result?  A lot of laughs and, well, my re-awakening.

At work that fateful night

The following year, I did it again.  I dubbed myself "Monique" and again visited the store.  No one recognized me.  Can't imagine why.

"Monique"

Now it's party time again.  Last time they'll see Sophie unless they bump into me dressed.  And what would I do if they did?  I have no idea. 

But for tonight, I'll have a blast and send E off properly.  I will be staying over so I don't have to drive. 

Bon voyage, E.  May the four winds blow your safely home.

P,P,P,P,P,P,P

At a previous job of mine, employees were taught the Seven P’s: “Proper Prior Planning Prevents Piss Poor Performance.” There are many times I go on a whim and see where life takes me. Life’s too short to rob it all of mystery. However, some things require planning. For example, I usually plan my outfits for going out during the week before I go. Yeah I know- so what’s my excuse for poor selections? Heehee


One major event requiring meticulous planning is what I will be doing soon: telling my wife about my feminine side. I know I’ve mentioned this before, and this week is all about the what’s and why’s of this planning.

To recap, I have been back to dressing for over three years now. I haven’t told my wife about it. The idea of telling a spouse is always a major horror, more so for me because I know her opinion on this matter. My wife is a hard-core catholic and she feels that cross-dressing is a sin. Big time. Add to this, her mother lives with us, and she is an EXTREME right winger (she thinks Santorum is liberal- no joke!) So between the two of them, after disclosing my life as Sophie, the strong probability is that I’ll be thrown out on my ear.

Oh, add to that- my mother in law has said several times that if I ever leave, my dog will be going to the SPCA the next day… and who will adopt a twelve year old dog? Death sentence.

Why do it? Why spill the beans? I hate the lies. I have always hated lies, and having to lie to my wife really hurts. I’ve gotten to the point that I can’t stand the lies any more. So… time to make a plan.

Ok, first things first. I’ll need a place to live- Affordable on my meager pay and preferably one that takes dogs.

Second, I’ll need a way to get everything out of there that I want out before they change the locks (which I’m sure they will do.) So I need to prioritize everything and pack.

Third: Money. Rent costs money. Food. Clothing. Everything. I’m not paid much. So, where to raise extra funds BEFORE going and after if needed?

Fourth: Legal advice. I didn’t think of this until my therapist brought it up. If I’m out the door, divorce papers will probably come flying soon. I’ll need to know what that will ocst and what I stand to lose. And what about my daughter? Will my wife try to wring me dry for support even though she makes over double what I do? Will she paint me as some kind of pervert to keep my daughter from me?

Ok, so what are my advantages? My car is completely paid. My only real outstanding debts are student loans. I have very little credit card debt.

(Wow. Is being a woman worth all this?)

So as you can see, there are complex issues. Let’s add to this the following- if she finds out about Sophie before I tell her, I will have to mobilize super fast.

Any way I can Danny Ocean to plan this all out for me?

Ok, so what’s been done? I secured a place to stay on a temporary basis if needed. I have a couple leads on other places to stay. Fortunately, we as a group are very helpful to each other. I’ve prioritized what I wish to keep and started selling off other items on ebay to make money. I’ve started packing things in boxes. I have a storage space where I keep my girl things, and there’s room there for other stuff as well.

Legal? There’s the Mazzoni Center in downtown Philadelphia. They help with LGBT legal affairs, also with health care. I haven’t called them yet, but I will very soon. (http://mazzonicenter.org/)

Oh, right- health care. I am now on my own insurance instead of my wife’s.

As you can see, this is one massive storm of trouble I’m headed toward. However, this is something that many of us have already faced and conquered. Will I manage to come through ok? Who knows?

At this stage of my life, I can’t afford “piss poor performance.” Homelessness is something many TG people face, and without planning, that’s where I’d be. Hell, even WITH all this planning there’s a real chance I’ll still be there. Homeless AND owing child support. Figure that one out!

To answer my earlier question- yes it’s worth it.


It has to be.

Transphobia... hating yourself?

Like many of us, I get therapy for GID.  Part of it is a support group that meets once a month.  We always have a topic and this month was "Transphobia."  Dr. Osborne sent the following article to us all so we could discuss it.

http://notanotheraiden.com/internalized-transphobia/


According to about.com, Transphobia is defined as "an irrational fear of, and/or hostility towards, people who are transgender or who otherwise transgress traditional gender norms."

Ok, so what if you're a Transperson- can you have transphobia? 

Of course!

In fact, a lot of the attitudes and fears are probably based in it.

Let's face it, being this way is far from easy.  I've heard people say that they wouldn't wish it on their worst enemies.  Others say it's a gift.  I'm somewhere in between.  Am I glad to be Sophie?  Yes, but because I accept it.  Did I always?

No.

In fact, it scared the hell out of me, and sometimes still does.  Why?  Well partially because of transphobia.

Fear me?

When I was growing up in the 60s, 70s and 80s, the kids in the neighborhood made fun of gays.  It was just the way it was.  If you couldn't catch a football, you'd get called a "faggot" for example.  When I was young, I realized I was different, that I felt feminine.  Not realizing the difference between "gay" and "Trans" I was so scared that someone would find out. 

Because I was the object of all that derision that I myself had dished out, I directed that inward.  Now remember, this was before the internet, so obviously I was the only weird person who dressed like this and who felt this way.  So add that guilt and shame to the mix.  Oh, and I was very slight and bad at most sports so I caught hell from my peers about that.  All that inward self loathing in addition to the jibes of my peers meant I pretty much kept to myself.

Fast forward to my early teens when I saw something on the news.  The local station ran a week long series called "The Transsexual Dilemma."  So I had a name for it.  And I saw others like me, and saw how much derision they were taking.  Scary!

By my mid teens I decided that I was going to be all man and stopped dressing.  Like many of us, I went overboard trying to prove my manhood to myself and others.  I could still hear the neighborhood kids' insults in my ears- and added to them were my own insults. 

And so my womanhood was buried for many years- by my own Transphobia.

Can you accept me like this?

Now I have accepted myself as a woman inside.  But I still hear the insults and jibes inside.  They are far worse than anything I have heard while dressed (except for the one jerk at the Harrisburg casino last year, but I ignored him.) 

I no longer fear being Sophie as I am now.  Do I fear taking more steps?  Yes, very much.  Am I still scared every time I step into public in a skirt?  Yes, but not as much.  Now I am going to try venturing out as a woman to places that aren't "safe."  In fact, I'm doing so tonight.  Be the person I need to be- who I am.

Conquer that fear. 


That fear is part of my own transphobia- a relic from my childhood that should've been put to bed long ago.

A Confession

Like many of my readers, I've known about my fem side since I was quite young.  I think the first time I dressed I was around 7.  The first time I dressed completely I was 13.  That I remember.  I even remember what I wore.  My mom's kelly green gown.  I tried makeup and a wig she had and believe me, I looked like hell.  But to my young eyes, I was beautiful.  Finally female.

I dressed when I could.  My mom didn't have a huge wardrobe, but I tried them all.  My favorite was a gray skirt with a pink top.  Funny how I own something similar now, isn't it? 

So was that enough?  Hell no!

Around the same time I started dressing, my friends and I discovered the world of Dungeons and Dragons.  This was 1977.  Yes, by then I was hard-core into Lord of the Rings and fantasy books.  And then this box came into my life.

Basic Set Box art from 1977

So how does this fit in?
In Dungeons & Dragons (D&D), you can play a character of many types, races... and either gender.  So while my main characters were always tough, buff fighters, I also made sure that there was a woman in the party (usually a wizard) and that I played the role.  There were only three of us playing, so we had several Non-Player Characters (NPCs) each.  It was my first expression of my femininity.

Then came my first main female character: a priest.  She was blonde, buxom, and wore a red dress.  Don't ask me how this protected her from swords or claws- I was only 14 then!  She was my main character in an adventure called Tomb of Horrors.

Tomb of Horrors cover art

It's still the most fun I've ever had in an adventure, especially since my fellow player and I (the third guy ran the adventure: the dungeon master) each ran four characters and my priest was the only survivor.  I think her name was Athena, but my memory is fuzzy there.  Oh, did I mention the hallway full of mist that changes your gender?  Heehee. 

I played D&D through high school and college.  In college, we actually had women in our group!  By then I'd stopped dressing, as it wasn't something guys did.  And obviously I was the only weirdo in the world who did that sort of thing, right?

Fast forward many years.  I kept playing D&D off and on, and even worked in the Adventure Gaming field for some time.  I kept my feminine side well buried, except for those female characters.

Then, nine years ago I moved back to the Philly area.  Stopped playing D&D altogether.  Three years ago, I finally recognized my feminine side. 

But another game came in between those: Second Life.

Four years ago, I started playing Second Life (SL).  What is that?  Ummm well, according to Wikipedia:

"Second Life is an online virtual world developed by Linden Lab. It was launched on June 23, 2003. A number of free client programs, or Viewers,^[1][2] enable Second Life users, called Residents, to interact with each other through avatars. Residents can explore the world (known as the grid), meet other residents, socialize, participate in individual and group activities, and create and trade virtual property and services with one another. Second Life is intended for people aged 16 and over,^[3] and as of 2011 has about one million active users.

^{I was hooked.  My first character was male, but I soon had a female character.  Then another.  And now all I play are female characters.  My current is pictured below.  I've played her for the last three years.}

<sup>So why do this?  I find that when I CAN'T express myself as a woman in real life, it helps to do so virtually.  My character is identified in Second Life as TG, so I'm not trying to fool anyone.  (That said 3/8 of all women avatars in SL are played by males.  And those are the ones REGISTERED as men, so the number is probably higher.)

What do I encounter as a transgender in SL?  Well, some people refuse to speak to me.  I occasionally get some grief, but SL has a Mute button for those you don't wish to hear.  And there are guys who want to hook up with me because I'm TG (yes, virtual chasers!)

Still, I've connected with Trans-people from all over the world.  There is a huge network there which offers support and friendship.  And actually, most people are cool about me being who I am there.  In an environment where there is antire subculture of people playing furry animals, I'm not considered odd.  I've even made some good friends!

So there it is.  I confess: I'm a Gamer.  I have been and will continue to be.  Some people will judge.  Well, I'm used to that.  I think playing SL and D&D have helped me to find the courage to walk out the door in a skirt, and maybe to be a better woman.  And if you were to see my SL character's wardrobe, you'd find her style is very similar to mine.  Hmmm... think I try ideas on her, where it's inexpensive?

In many ways, becoming the woman inside is very hard.  It's good to be able to blow off steam.  And in my case, it's good to be the woman I am virtually when I can't be one outwardly in real life.</sup>

Some new sources

This morning I was looking through my Blog's Dashboard, trying to see where people find my ramblings.

As expected, my flickr site is a major source. 

So is Google, but the searches they use were kind of scary.

But two of the biggest werethe following, and I wanted to thank them.

http://t-central.blogspot.com/

These guys are a one stop shopping spot for Transgender Blogs.  I could read stuff there all week and not finish it all!  Great stuff!

The second:

http://tvchix.com/toplist.php

This one looks like it's based in the UK.  Seems like more shopping then blogs, but it's cool stuff to look at for people like me. 

Hey, thanks to both of you, really!  A toast to you!

Cheers!

Friends?

My "big sis" sent me this article:  http://www.nytimes.com/2012/01/29/fashion/its-not-me-its-you-how-to-end-a-friendship.html?_r=1&emc=eta1&pagewanted=all

This is a New York Times article about Friends.  Not the TV show from all that time ago, but friends who have fallen away, and the whole "why and how" of that.

Started me thinking: so many of us lose friends as time goes on, especially as we come out to them.  How does this happen?

I've heard that for the most part its "see you later" or the "slowly back away" type thing. 

I've been going out as a woman actively for over three years.  Have I lost friends?

Lost?

Yes.

Well, more "mislaid."

To make time and room for all the new friends I've made as Sophie, I've had to sacrifice time for my older friends.  But were they truly FRIENDS or more like aquaintences.

At the Raven last month

In an earlier blog, I talked about going to a party with some of my oldest friends.  Since the time I wrote that, one of them has died.  These, my oldest friends- have I seperated from them?  Yes.  I rarely see them.  We all have families and several live far away.  It's rare when we get together.  We do when possible, though. 

Friends from old jobs?  Aside from Facebook, I never hear from them.  Expected, as I am no longer "in their circles."  I don't matter.  I accept that even if I tried really hard, that time has passed.  How did I manage this?  Just never called, etc.  So I guess they were aquaintences.  Ok, there is ONE from an old job I keep in touch with, but haven't seen in years.

Old girlfriends?  Oh please. 

Current work friends?  This is where most of the time has been cut.  I rarely go out after work anymore (saving money for Sophie-time.)  Weekends?  If I have time/occasion, I'm in a skirt.  Would be rather hard at this stage of my development to explain that.  Maybe someday soon, but not today.  So are they really friends?  Ummmm I'd say two of them are.  The rest?  Ships passing in the night.  Acquaintences. 

At Keystone 2011

So.  All these people.  If I tell them about my feminine identity, how would they react?  I've been told by many that one can never guess.  Of my oldest friends, the one I felt most confident about accepting me as a woman is the one who is dead.  Past work friends?  Ummm... who cares?  Callous I know but as I don't affect them, nor do they affect me.  The one I keep in touch with will drop me instantly (hard core right wing Marine.)

Current work friends?  Aye, there's the rub.  They would have to work with me, unless I'm fired.  Would they still want me to hang out?  I have no idea. 

With Kimberly from Texas

So I've made all these new friends as Sophie.  And I have my "male" friends.  Should they meet?  Well, they have.  Sometimes my trans friends come into the store where I work.  Everyone at work knows I have trans friends.  But, conveniently, I have a lie in place as to "why."  Maybe they buy it, maybe they don't.  I won't know until they find out the truth. 

So- these new friends: friends or aquaintences.  Most are aquaintences, currently.  Some have become friends.  One thing's for sure, they won't abandon me for being Sophie, as that's all they know.  They are my safety net as I am theirs.

Neither Friend nor Aquaintence.  Just a person I met once

So how would I lose them if the time comes?  I don't plan that sort of thing.  I don't WANT to plan that.  I'll leave that to them. 

Hopefully, it won't happen.

Jan-tics

So January isn't even over and I've been out twice! (Yes, the press have been alerted. Press conference at noon tomorrow.)




But it wasn't just the going out part that has made this month... different? Special?



Well first I'll say why I was out.



The first was a late "New Years Eve Party" at the Raven in New Hope. This was hosted by Jen Bryant and Victoria. They'd done these big parties there before, but I didn't attend. In fact, I'd never been to the Raven before. I hadn't planned on going, but suddenly I had the opportunity so I took it.



So that day I went up to Amanda Richards to get my makeup done. After all, they were expecting maybe a hundred gurls there so I wanted to look my best! I wore my favorite LBD and a little... help. ;) My friend Linda Lewis told me about a way to get the best cleavage from what I have: the Miraculous bra by Victoria Secrets. It would give me great cleave AND increase my size by 2 cups (making me an E cup). So that was my secret weapon going in.

LBD time!

I arrived after a 90 minute drive from Amanda's.  The bar was beautiful!  Carved wood and stained glass.  Several Tgirls were there already, and I fell into conversation. 

A friend, Jen Bryant and me.  You can see the difference the bra made in this pic! 

Photo courtesy Jen Bryant

The plan was dinner for maybe 40, then party time!  The menu was great and I sat with fun people, one of whom I'd never met (Lisa from Baltimore.)  I didn't drink much as my Sophie Sense (patent pending) was tingling.  The road home was one favored for drunk driving checkpoints and I don't think walking the straight line would've possible in heels, sober or not!  The service at dinner was impeccable and the food was great.

Lisa, Victoria, Me, at the table

There were so many camera flashed during dinner, it was like the red carpet at the Oscars- a veritable strobe light!

After dinner, the picture taking began in earnest.  People everywhere with cameras.  I flitted about, talking with people and had a good time.  And the bra was a hit.  I wasn't getting much eye contact.

A drunken lesbian hit on me.  She was cute, and very complimentary, but reeeeally drunk.  Maybe ten minutes later I saw two guys carrying her limp form toward the door.

Then the music started. 


I won't say it was loud, but my fillings rattled out of my teeth.  So I went into a side room.  20+ guys singing show tunes.  I'm not kidding.  Cliche city.  Here is where most of the "names" of the Philly trans scene were hanging out. 

I left around 11.  My cover story was I was at work, I needed to be cleaned up and home by 1:30ish.  As I left, I saw the great Lady Ellen, and we spoke briefly.

So I was thirsty.  Two doors down from the Raven is a Wawa (mini market chain around here).  I drove over and just walked in like it was nothing.  Mind you, I'm dressed to party, breasts hanging out, etc.  No one even blinked.

No one cared.

Wow.  I'd actually gone into a store with no issue.  Granted, it was in "friendly" New Hope, but it was still an achievement for me.  I'm still happy about that. 

Drove back to the hotel, cleaned up, and was home at 1:30 on the nose.

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Ok, so last weekend was Laptop Lounge, my usual haunt.  I wore a new outfit and visited Amanda as usual. Aside from the three inches of snow, all was going well.  I went to the Renaissance Meeting as usual.  Good times there too.  Met some new people.

Oh, and did I mention the short skirt?

Ok, so I arrived at Laptop and go to the bar per usual.  At the bar, people were saying Joe Paterno is dead.  Now for those of you who don't know, Joe Paterno was coach of the Penn State football team for 40+ years.  He'd been in the hospital lately as he had lung cancer.  Oh, and if you didn't know, I am a Penn Stater.

So I felt my stomach drop out.  Then I saw on the bar TV that he was still alive.  Damage done though.  I was trembling. 

It's hard to explain what "Joepa" means to me as a Penn State grad.  Let's just say the news affected me more than when close family members died and leave it there, ok? 

So I was dressed all sexy, but I no longer felt sexy.  I was glad to see friends, but I felt sick.  My heart wasn't in it. 

So I hung around for a bit, talked to people, tried to enjoy myself and learn something, but the evening was ruined.

I left early (for me.) 

Joe Paterno died the next morning.

All that said, I felt perfectly natural being a woman that night.  I didn't feel a bit self conscious.  Perhaps that was due to the Wawa experience.  Perhaps because I loved the way I looked. 

That said, I was showing devastating cleavage and wore an incredibly short skirt.  Not very appropriate to anything but a bar.  And as I've mentioned, I have to get past that.  I intend to dress far more appropriately next month, and take a walk somewhere.  Like the mall.  Or a restaurant.  Or both.

Joe Paterno once said "Believe deep down in your heart that you're destined to do great things."  It's one of the things Penn State taught me, and that lesson has gotten me through some very dark times.  The path ahead will definitely hold dark times, as well as good times like the Raven experience.  If I continue further down the path as Sophie, then the darkest times may yet be ahead.  But I'll have those words, and the support of friends to help me toward my dream. 
 
Dreams can come true.  And one person can make a difference, even if that person isn't perfect. 
 
Sleep well, Coach.

Facebook Question: FFS

In an effort to spur my creativity and to have more to discuss, I asked my Facebook friends to pose questions to me that i would answer here in my Blog.

I received

ONE

reply.


But that one reply was a good one.  Tammyrae asked:

"After being fulltime for over a year and as funds are saved, the thought of FFS and bottom surgery run through the head, which is more important and why?"

I can answer this for myself alone.  I know that some transwomen view their penises as an invading monster or as something that needs to go NOW.  Some others, not so much.

In my case, I think FFS (Facial Feminization Surgery) is more important and should come first.

Why?

Well have you seen me?

In my case, having a more feminine face would add so much to my self confidence.  I've been told that confidence is the key to passing. 

Would I ever completely pass as a woman?  With my body type, doubtful.  But I want to be as feminine as I can be.  My face, people see.  My genitals, I can hide.  And for that matter, My breasts, I can fake.

How much does FFS matter to me?  I've done my research on who is considered the best in the field.  Funny how they're also the most expensive, isn't it?  But this is my FACE I'd be messing with.  I don't want a hack who doesn't know what they're doing.  So I save.  And Save.  At this rate I'll have the money by 2157.

As to bottom surgery- would that be important?  Well if I'm getting one, the other would follow.  In good time.  That said, my current insurance covers that.

In any case, all of these things are down the line a bit.  For now, I am still closeted and wishing.


Thanks for the Question, Tammyrae!  (I'm still taking questions, btw.)

Oh, one more thing.  My friend Ms. Lindsay performed FFS on a few pics of mine.  Here are 2 of them.

I may be stupid for thinking this, but I think the pics look quite good.  And If FFS is this effective... well I want it.  :)

Plans for the year

It’s a new year.  While not a blank slate (let’s face it, time is a constant), it’s as good a time as any to reflect and change direction as any.
If you’ve been following this blog, you know the state of affairs currently.  I dress when I can, and my wife doesn’t know.  None of my friends know from my male side.  If my wife were to find out, she’d probably toss me out on my butt.  She’s not very tolerant of LGBT issues.  Nor is her mother, the hard core tea party right winger. 

So, I was at my therapist today and we discussed my future as Sophie.  My future looks rough.  Let’s face it- like many TG, I face ridicule, loneliness and poverty if discovered.  And there’s one bit we discussed that we really stayed away from before: my appearance. 

Since I usually am out one night a month, and that night is a TG night at a bar, I tend to dress up.  I show off my legs or breasts or both.  I get made up.  Sometimes, I look rather drag-ish.

Yeah, drag queen look.  For sure.

Occasionally, I dress down.  I don’t have many pics of that as I don’t carry my camera everywhere.  But let’s face it- if I ever intend to be a woman full time, I’ll have to blend in a bit.  Jeans and a top. 

Let’s review of the times I’ve been out and about and NOT been overdressed. 

On the way to Albany two years ago for the Empire Conference, I went shopping for the first time at an outlet.  I bought chocolate and a black top.  I was so scared I was visibly shaking, even with Jen along.  Jen actually masterminded this part of the trip. 

At the Outlet Mall

In Albany, I went to a drug store to get some Zantac.  The woman behind the counter didn’t want to ring me up.  I insisted.

 Shopping in Albany.  Yes, it's the same skirt.

At Keystone last year, I walked over to the Lane Bryant near the hotel alone.  In fact, I wore the black top I bought in Albany. I wrote about that here:

http://sophielynne1.blogspot.com/2011/03/keystone-kapers.html

 If this isn't exactly the outfit, it's close.

Last spring (2010) I went for a walk through the very crowded King of Prussia mall on a busy Saturday night.  This is near where I live and I could’ve run into anyone I knew.  One short guy laughed at me.  I just threw my shoulders back, head held high and smiled.  I went to the MAC store and bought lipgloss.  When I went back to my car, I felt I was gonna have a heart attack. I wrote about that here: 

http://sophielynne1.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-another-night.html

Look familiar?

Last summer- at the Trans-health Conference in downtown Philly I walked about the Reading Terminal Market.  But there were many of us around, so I don’t really count that one.

There's that skirt again!

Then at Rehoboth, I walked around a couple times alone during the day as a woman.  Once was in a skirt, and there are pics of that.  The next time was in jeans and a black sweater (did my own makeup) and there are no pics of that, but I did a photoshop composite of what I was wearing using other pics of me. I wrote about that here: 

http://sophielynne1.blogspot.com/2011/11/sophie-at-beach.html

On the Rehoboth boardwalk

I wore a different belt and necklace, but this is what I wore,

So, now it’s 2012.  If I’m going to be Sophie, I need more time AS Sophie, and not just dolled up at a bar. 

I need to be me in broad daylight.  As a woman.  Trying to blend in.

Here’s the difficulty- I’m 6’1” tall and I have shoulders like an aircraft carrier.  As I am, few will mistake me for anything but a TG.  The trick is not to care.  To discover if I am truly a woman, or if it’s just a part time thing.  “Put on women’s clothing and hang around in bars,” as the song says.

Is warming a barstool while wearing a skirt worth dissolving my marriage and career and old friendships? 

What about being a full time woman?

Tough questions, right?  Maybe, maybe not.

Ok, so what’s the ideal Sophie day out?

I’d wake up and prep.  Drive somewhere to do some window shopping.  Maybe a museum instead.  Go to a fun place for lunch and read a book.  Smile and enjoy a drink.  Walk about a little more.  Maybe then meet friends somewhere. 

What would I wear? Jeans or maybe a denim skirt.  Maybe that black top.  Sunglasses.  If it’s chilly, a sweater.  Nothing revealing.  Blend in.  Look like any other woman.

Ok, so when?

I work two jobs, so I’d need a day off both.  And a day when I could get home and cleaned up before anyone else returned.  That narrows it down to a “wait and see.” 

It will happen though.  It’s my next step as a woman. 

And I’ll tell you all about it when I do. 

Oh, speaking of dressing up at a bar, there’s a huge event this Saturday in New Hope, PA.  Close to a hundred t-girls are gathering for a “Late New year’s Eve.”  I wasn’t going to go, but I figured out how I could.  Tell you all about it soon.  As it’s a gala, I will be showing off a bit of leg and cleavage.  Drag queen Sophie.  Something like this probably.

 But not blonde.  And different shoes.

You know, same as I’ve always done.