A week today, I will be coming out publicly in my community. The people I have told so far have all been supportive, because I have been quite selective about whom I told. But after next week, everyone in this small, rural community will know. Eek!
I suspect most people will at least be polite even if they think I am the devil incarnate. But there may be a few yahoos who push the boundaries of politeness and might get abusive. But I can't hide any more. The 'girls' won't let me, and I don't want to.
Our next-door neighbours have known for almost a year, and are firmly on my side. There's another neighbour down the road whom we suspected would be a good ally. We had her over for tea yesterday (We also invited her hubby, but he couldn't make it) and told her. She was totally cool, and happy for me. She also gave us her best guesses as to how various others in the community will take it.
I am going to make the announcement at the weekly kaffeeklatsch next Thursday. Between the neighbours and my wife, I will have five allies with me. I will be in boy mode one last time for that. Then, Friday, there is a community potluck dinner, and I will go as Kathy.
I have an appointment with the hairdresser on Wednesday to get my ponytail cut off and a little bit of styling done on what is left of my own hair, for the times when I don't want to wear a wig. I'll have at least a ball cap on at all times if I'm not wearing a wig. I also have a second wig on order that I should be able to pick up at the same time, so I'll have a choice of hair styles.
It is going to be a shock for some, especially those who don't hear the rumour before seeing me at the dinner. But I need to rip this band-aid off.