NOTE: This is a repeat. Your hostess has no idea what day it is…

My second scene in the upcoming blockbuster film “Calendar’! This Troubadour Films production has been so much fun, great people, and I hope someday these folks make it big (and don’t forget the little people along the way)!

On March 12, 2022, we filmed an Easter Sunday service in a small church. I sat in the back row, but was seated directly behind the principal characters in the scene. So maybe…..

Being an Easter service and my not ever really being able to wear what I would like to a real Easter service, here is your girl enjoying her afternoon, on set. The final picture is the view from my seat on set.

After the shoot completed, we had lunch, which gave me an opportunity to chat with some of the other actors. An older couple there was in the very first movie shoot I did, so it was very nice to get caught up with them.

This is a stream of consciousness rant from Keystone 2022 about a week after the above referenced day. I stand by every word.

Projecting

Allow me to vent here. This is being written in the lobby of the hotel that is hosting The Keystone Conference. At the conference, I chat and talk with many people. Many from different parts of the country, many different age groups and many that are dealing with all of “this” in various ways. One thing that just fries me are people that tell me what I am going to do in the future. How I will deal with all of this. What road I will take, what decisions I will make.

How dare they! I am not them, they are not me. I don’t have their life circumstances, they do not have mine. How dare they tell me that I will transition just because they came to that same decision. I have been open here in admitting that I am a transwoman. But that does not mean I will become that full time. That does not mean I am at all uncomfortable being a man. I am not at all. But it is disingenuous of anyone who spends so much time dressed, or so much time thinking about it or so much time planning doing so, to say they are simply a crossdresser. To call this a hobby.

I have not arrived at where I am today without a great deal of thought, feeling, consideration, contemplation. I love being a woman. Not a T-gurl, not a trannie, a woman. Again, how one behaves and is accepted in social circles, how one comports themselves may be different than what their DNA might say. But by all measures, until I open my piehole, I have been told time and time again by people I have interacted with in general society, that they thought I was a woman when they initially saw me. Upon closer inspection, of course, I do not pass muster, but have always been immediately accepted.

So what am I? Who am I? What is the journey I am on? What is my place in society? And who’s business is it to tell me what I will do? I have developed a term to describe me, I am “transitioning in-place”. This is as far as it will go for me because I am very comfortable in my skin now. Did it take me a very long time to arrive at this conclusion? How’s about 60 years? Long enough? Do you think that allows me to make my own decisions and reach my own conclusions?

So just accept me for who I am and the decisions I have made to get here. Your decisions and life choices are yours. We may share some similarities, but I am all me, you are all you and please, remember that!