Yep, do love me some Wet Leg!
We’re on our way to the club
Stupid is, stupid does
Limousine, racking up
Ketamine, giddy up
This band is an English indie rock band founded in 2019. Their lead singer has such a unique voice and the lyrics, always wonderful! As listed above, they know how to turn a phrase. I have their entire catalog and love it.
August 19, 2026, our genial hostess will explain what she did this day.
This is the first of three days before Kandi is tucked away for a few weeks. Much of this is family related, so it is always good to stay grounded like this.
This day led me to write the recent post “Island of Misfit Toys“. I was happy beyond words to be out and about. During the week, I experienced frustrations with the Kandi side of my life that involved someone else. On this day I went from the bank to this delightful photoshoot to shopping at a farmer’s market (where the cashier said I looked pretty), to some shopping (mostly browsing) to some additional grocery shopping before heading home. Never a moment unsure or wondering or getting frustrated or reaching out. I never thought twice about being in a skirt, I knew I looked very nice. It was just a few hours simply being.
Look, I write whatever is front of mind. I do it here and not on Facebook like many who post what they are experiencing every moment. I had a friend who was posting on Facebook while she literally watched her partner die! In the moment. True story. We are not not friends, but I cannot ever look at her the same.
This blog is therapeutic and allows me to polish the turds that are my thoughts as most posts sit in the queue for maybe three weeks before running. This is the roller coaster that is my bi-gendered life. Tremendous highs, constant doubt, pride and shame, sometimes in the same moment. If you have the cheat code, please let me know.
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If you are in the Cleveland area, come and see me and have a wonderful evening!
Being Accepted
This is about an eight-year-old essay, still true today.
We will never be accepted! Not 100%, by everyone. Never, ever.
Am I talking about crossdressers or the transgendered? No, I am talking about individual human beings. Whoever you are, whatever you are, whatever you are wearing, you will not be accepted by 100% of the people you encounter. It could be because of the color of your skin, or your political affiliation, or the team you root for, or the school you went to, or your religion, or…..well, you get the point. No one is universally accepted, no one. Even Jesus was crucified and He walked on water!
So, where am I going with this? If you desire to get dressed and go out in public (it is certainly okay if you don’t), then waiting around to be accepted before doing so will never happen. Never.
Now, can you, did I, find a way to be in the mainstream? I am thinking of the mainstream in the context of the last part of that compound word, stream. If life, if the “public”, is a stream, I am fully a part of the flow. I am no different than anyone else and it is quite remarkable. I have spent numerous times over the years in a restaurant (not specifically “CD friendly”, just a restaurant) and/or bar, completely at ease in conversation with my fellow patrons. While I am sure I was mentioned or discussed afterward, I was treated so incredibly well, each and every time. And I have done so a lot!!
I find this fascinating since, I myself, have never really run into a “sister” in mainstream society. And if I did, I would have noticed and would have respected her privacy by not acknowledging that I had “read” her.
Current circumstances have impacted many opportunities for me to join the flow, but I always marvel at my art museum work. Yes, I completely acknowledge I am at a place where more accepting people congregate (me being “smart”). And I realize I am very nicely attired (me being “appropriate”). And of course, simply being the main greeter when patrons walk into the building (me being “confident” and of course, “visible”) makes a statement. But I am looked at, spoken to, smiled at, greeted, all as you would any woman. No one handed this opportunity to me. I sought it out and made it work and it makes me so happy!
Seek happiness, not acceptance. Complete acceptance does not exist. Never has, never will. For anyone.
Just a thought I had and wanted to share.
