First an apology to Sydney residents. Sorry about the rain on Friday it did match my mood that afternoon Over ten years ago I first came out to my mother that I was wanted to be a girl. After coping some emotional abuse from her and her refusal of her to talk about it I dropped it and went on to live a dreary life of a male

Now after a year of couselling and 6 month of psych I'm finally on hrt

. So after spending the past few weeks trying to pin her down and tell her this is happening, we finally met on Friday. I was warned beforehand not to give her anymore bad news because she already has enough c*!@# to deal with but this was something that needed to be said, here is how it went.
What about the rest of my siblings have I thought of them (I'm one of five)
You sisters wedding is about her not you + what are you going to do turn up in a dress
What about work (I get misgendered at work and head office has my training records as female)
You can not tell mum or my sisters till I can deal with this and I don't think I can deal (yet she told me it's my life to live)
So it was a interesting lunch with me looking like I will be really cut off from my family by the end of the year, and this little gypsy seriously planning a trip back home (Queensland) to tell mums relatives myself

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On the plus side 14 hour shift Saturday and one look at my face and my staff and punters knew I was not to be messed with.
If it comes to a choice between being loved or feared, it is far safer to be feared.