Never say never. I walked into a faily expensive hairdressing salon almost a year ago, a grey haired old man in woman's clothing. I told the owner I was a transwoman and didn't want to wear a wig and what could he do. He sat down with me and in the end said try growing the hair a bit, this product will stop it getting frizzy, come back in 6 weeks and we will see.
I did, he looked surprised. He introduced me to his top stylist and best colour technician. They look after me and I feel loved and respected by them and indeed all of the staff who are awesome. I walk in and everyone greets me and asks me how I'm going and what I've been doing, the girls range from 16 - 30 yrs old I suppose, they have never ever missed a pronoun or forgotten me.
My hair is now similar in colour to your virtual wig and at my chin level. Nathan, my stylist, has a permanent spot for me if I'm going out on a date whatever, he styles and blow drys my hair, so I look extra special, as he says.
He did yesterday when I went out with my boyfriend, yes my boyfriend.
I'm still seeing psychiatrists, we have to here, local rules. I had a new one this week she hadn't seen me for a year. She looked at me and her records and said. 'Last time I saw you, you presented as an effeminate man in woman's clothes, now I think you would have to work really hard to try and pass as a guy'. That is just on HRT and attitude.
I'm 60, I look in my forties, you are a young woman who has everything going for her. You have doubts and fears. You are emotional, you seek a future and worry that the world may regard you as a freak or a guy in a dress or whatever.
Hell woman if I can do it as an elderly drunken decrepit grey haired old man you can move the world.
And now? I'm no longer elderly, I'm sober, I'm not grey haired, and no one regards me as a man.
You can do this Sis. You do have a future.
Yes I'm strong but you are as well. WE all are, we have to be, sometimes we just don't know how strong we are.
Whenever you are in doubt, whenever you have a fear, whenever the dark creeps close, hold one thought in your head.
What would Cindy do?
I have no fear, I have no doubt and the dark can go to hell on a bike.
You can do this my sister, you can do this.
Cindy
