Wow.
I wouldn't know where to start, responding to every, equally wonderful post. And my feet are killing me... here's what I have learned from my first full day of RLE:
- Break in new heels before spending all day in them.
Here's my take on transitioning... there are physical, emotional, social, legal and even political aspects (as TaoRaven eloquently expresses). Many aspects, but they all blend together. The aspects interact: they can't be (or shouldn't be) taken in isolation.
I would be more comfortable with the idea of gatekeepers if they were themselves transgendered.
Waiting 6 months for hormones did not benefit me one bit. It didn't make me wiser. In fact the anxiety of having to deal with a foot-dragging therapist (whom I've since swapped out for somebody that I 'click' with) probably held back my progress toward RLE... which we all agree is the sine qua non of transition.
So back to my first day of RLE... I'm soaking my feet in a basin of salt water right now and laughing. First time I've had a chance to turn on my laptop today.
Began the day last night, on a red-eye from the West Coast... waited an hour for beverage service to be over and folks to fall asleep.... went to the stall bathroom and changed there, emerging as Karla.
It could have been a pain, in such cramped quarters, but thanks to previous experience and a dry run the day before, I emerged smoothly, glided back to my aisle seat in the darkened cabin... and fell asleep myself.
On landing in the morning, my neighbour appeared not to notice or care that he had fallen asleep next to an androgynous-dressed guy, and woken up next to a younger redheaded woman. So far so good. The rest of the trip was uneventful... more smiles than usual seemed to be the only difference. Maybe they just saw that I was happy, and responded in kind. Picking up my car, I chatted and laughed with the lady in the booth where I paid too much for parking.
Watched the speed limits on my way home, worried about what would happen if pulled over...
On returning home, I dropped by the neighbour's for a scotch... had come out to him a few months previously, so no surprises... and again, today we just picked up our friendship as if nothing had happened. The dress was a marginal change, compared to my personality changes (for the better).
On returning home, discovered a box waiting for me from Zappos: two pairs of heels which did not fit, and a beautiful formal dress that had me in tears of joy when i tried it on, a black side-draped dress that moves really nicely with me, and a designer blouse that pinched me under my arms, looked terrible on me and had me wondering why I bought it... because it cost as much as the formal dress.
Picked up my son from my ex for the weekend... interesting: she was nicer to me than she'd been in months. Shock? Perhaps. We made small talk.
Must go, time to tidy up and start the woodstove. I'm so sleepy... but I'd rather stay up!
Anyway, that was my first full day; it was a good one and I'm happy to share it with all of you as a pleasant switch from my angst of the week previous...