This is certainly an evolutionary process. When I am dressed, I simply never want to be anything but a woman, all the time, 24/7. It thrills me to my core. Then I get cleaned up, reboot as it were, my wife comes home from work and I am filled with the knowledge that I am the luckiest man in the world to be married to this angel. I want nothing more than to be her husband. Our children fill me with pride (yes, I know my gender has nothing to do with that, but for me it absolutely does). Or I do something competitive, I crush my age group in a race or I play very well in a pickleball tournament. The testosterone flows and I am proud of myself. Or I hang with a lifelong friend and I feel lucky to be the guy I am. I am a giant vortex of gender-related emotions.
On August 11, 2021, I relished my femininity. You may not agree with me, but my makeup skills have gotten very good, despite the fact that usually I am applying my make up by braille. If my chin wasn’t so ravaged by years of not giving a crap, I wouldn’t be a bad looking chick!
This day was a two-fer. Art museum information desk shift (blazer) and improv class (sundress). I was a little depressed to be masked again at the museum, but was happy I was able to do so without trashing my face. I worked the desk solo, spent a lot of time working on this here blog and was just in my element in dealing with the public. Kandi (not the male me) has this openness to her. She really is a wonderful woman, I am so pleased to go along with her for the ride!
After my three hour shift, I boogied across town and made it into favorite dining establishment for a bite and the obligatory (for me) cocktail. Then all hell broke loose, with a wicked storm blowing everything, everywhere. We lost power periodically at the restaurant. But I enjoyed my time there, even without any significant social interaction.
Finally improv class was again wonderful. I continue to seek a way to get better at this and do this in front of real people. What pleased me most was we did an exercise that evolved into a men and women scene. The four men did their thing and me and the three other woman did our thing, talking about of “men”.
I continue to evolve. Change. Grow. Love. Seek. Find. Ten or fifteen years ago, the concept that I would even be able to generate income for my family, that I would be a woman out in the world and do so with the angel known as my wife, the reality that I can crush my fellow elderly in races and be a supportive and loving son to my Mom was unthinkable.
Here is another reminder of what it’s all about.
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