Slices from my life.
Postal card saying your parcel has arrived but is at a sub station. The card is placed in my LOCKED mail box eh.
But apparently the card is not proof of anything, as you see, the card could have been stooooolen.
But if I have a piece of mail with my name on it. Apparently thieves steal parcel cards, but never bills n stuff with my name on it.
I don't have a driver's license as not driving does tend to do that. So at least I won't need to change that.
But all I have routinely is a credit card, which of course has no picture.
But nope, that is only one piece of ID and they want two and remember, the postal card means nothing to them, even though they gave it to me.
But being that my other name is also basically considered a woman's name to most, I have actually sent my wife to the sub station in the past, with a piece of mail and my credit card, and she has gotten the parcel, because I guess it is not hard to believe her name is my name.
I am wanting to change my name to Lesley Roberta, but, I have to admit, the old name, minus the middle name, if accompanied by a picture of me, enfemme style, likely would be almost as useful to a point. My health card, with a photo of me, with the old name, might be just as adequate in some cases.
It's just the gender code that would be the problem.
My birth certificate, I am reluctant to screw around with that one. I am from Quebec, and just getting the current one was a horrible ordeal.
So often I am on the phone and they ask for me, they get my voice of course and then ask for my wife, which is my name of course.
I get mail sent to a Mrs me already. Clearly a lot of the world thought I was a woman long before I did
I spent most of the 90s on ICQ being considered a woman.
So much of me, seems like a female to just about anyone that can't actually see me.
I have spent half of my life not being regarded as male already actually.
