Quote from: Nora Flexion on March 01, 2014, 04:54:15 PM
I had long hair and a younger face, and wore some punkish male shoes with a bold pink stripe on them. I was constantly mistaken for a girl back then despite not even trying, and although I didn't understand it at the time, secretly it made me feel good inside. One of my supervisors was this eccentric asian lady who nicknamed me "girlfriend." Sometimes I wonder about where I might be if I could have had my emotions all dug up and sorted out back then instead of now.
Ha! I too had long hair and a young face for most of my life. I miss my long hair. I cut it short for a job interview in what was my last ditch attempt to "save" the life I had before moving here. But, anyway. On my 18th birthday my mom took me out for a nice fancy dinner... And the waitress came up to us and said "what can I get for you ladies?" I grinned from ear to ear and didn't bother to correct her. I also wonder what might be if I had the emotional fortitude to walk down this road back then. But, whatever. I'm on the road now, and that's the important part.
Quote from: Nora Flexion on March 01, 2014, 04:54:15 PM
Wow, that's lame about your girlfriend, and your house... kind of interesting that your clothes survived though. An augury of a better girl in your future!
Meh. I went to a pretty bad place emotionally speaking after all that went down. To be honest, had she and I stayed in California I probably would've left her a lot sooner. But, she wanted to live in Cleveland, so I picked up and moved there with her, and the fact that I moved 2600 miles to be with her made me waaay more stubborn about letting go. And the house... Well. Lets just say waking up to a wall of flames was the single most frightening experience of my life. But, strangely. The fear didn't happen until the next day. In the moment it was just really oddly surreal. I woke up, saw the bright orange, and my brain just slowly processed the "Thats... Not... Right... Ummm......... Crap." Thankfully my pets stayed laying next to me rather than hiding somewhere, so I was able to grab them and get out of the house quickly.
BUT. As much as all that sucked, I'm glad it happened. I made a last ditch attempt to stay in Cleveland. And, when that failed my best friend decided to go to China, and asked me to caretake his house here. So. I'm here. And being here lined everything up for me, for the first time, in a way to allow me to actually transition. Yay! And now it's given me an ability to handle negative crap thrown my way that I didn't have before. Getting fired, although this is the first time its ever happened to me, would've probably REALLY pissed me off. Especially given the really bull
>-bleeped-< ass circumstances it happened under. But now I was able to shrug, and say "alright, well, that job was the last hurdle to me going full time, and it's gone, so, hell yeah!"
Quote from: Nora Flexion on March 01, 2014, 04:54:15 PM
Haha, people always ask this and I don't know why. I can't think of a warmer thing to wear during winter. Seriously, layer that >-bleeped-<. Tights, sweater tights, leg warmers, knee high socks, warm boots, and top it off with a heavy skirt. Girls do this all the time with leggings, they just don't usually wear a skirt with it.
I'll give it a try!
Quote from: Nora Flexion on March 01, 2014, 04:54:15 PM
I'm not sure about types of guys. Maybe a gentleman? One that makes me feel more like a lady, obviously. They say that nice guys never get the girl, but actually, I tend to think more about men who have been nice to me. Maybe I see men in a much finer and genuine (and less judgemental) perspective than cis girls, since I've spent most of my life in the male side of the world.
Yeah. I'd kind of like to expand upon that thought in person, since I have some things to say, observations I've made about specific people in regard to viewing them in a different light now that I'm transitioning, which I don't want any written record of anywhere. But, suffice it to say, yeah, I think I too am less critical of men than ciswomen are and more sympathetic. I'm in the position of having somewhat of an understanding of both sides of the fence now (although I wouldn't say I completely understand either side, but, meh...), and, because of that I've found myself playing the role of marriage counselor to married friends. IE. "Girl, he's trying. I know it frustrates you, but, here's what you're doing that causes him to feel that way, and feeling that way is what causes him to do that...." and "Dude, man the hell up. I know you're a sensitive man, and, that's fine, but, you can still be sensitive AND take charge of life. That's what she's needing. Stability. She just doesn't know how to express that, so she gets pissed at you over petty crap, and then you get angry, and no one wins. So, just nut up and take care of your business."
What amazes me is I always have great advice to offer. But my own relationships are always unhealthy and suck. So, it's true, those who can, do. Those who can't, teach.