Punching below the Bible BeltTomorrow begins a great adventure.
Tomorrow morning, I will stand alone next to a grass strip runway, waiting, hoping that at any moment, I will hear the familiar sound of a Rotax motor approaching from the west. My heart will soar at that sound, in anticipation of my entire body soon soaring up into (just below) the clouds.
Tomorrow, my intrepid pilot,
@Steph2.0 and I, the sassy yet competent co-pilot, will embark on a journey of several hours and hundreds of miles - with frequent bathroom breaks because, let's face it, Spiro is effective for what it does but the diuretic effect is a stone cold <Expletive>!
This is all in an effort to eat one of the largest toads I have yet to face.
I and my (for now) wife own a piece of property in southern-central Kentucky. It was where, in a previous life, we had planned to build our retirement home and spend the rest of our days. Of course, that was before I had finally accepted my own truth and made the choice to transition...and she decided that having a wife was a future she didn't want.
Where the property is located is outside a small town in a county whose size could be measured in churches-per-square-mile. Yeah, it's in
that part of the south! Back in a previous life, I thought that that sort of lifestyle was compatible with how I was living at the time and I could thrive among these people. After the dust settled, I realized that there was no way I could survive in that environment since, as the stereotype goes, folks in those places are not exactly friendly to folks like me.
That is, if they even become aware of that particular very personal fact. That's one thing which has changed somewhat since I started thinking about how to handle this situation. At the time, I didn't think there was any possibility that I could blend in and be only perceived as a woman. Things are a bit different in that regard now but I've always regarded a visit to that part of Kentucky as a sort of "acid test" - one that will give unequivocal proof that "I have made it". In my imagination, the trip would end in one of two ways - a completely uneventful handling of business and a peaceful journey home or me being pursued out of town by a mob of bib-overall-wearing people crammed into an old Model-A Ford and waving shotguns with some uptempo banjo music playing in the background.
The aforementioned "business" is the changing of the name on my property deed. I plan on selling it within the next year or so and I figured that rather than having to "out" myself at the time of sale and potentially kill the deal, it would be easier to get everything changed now in the hope that the future sale will have no issues relating to my transition. I will of course have to "out" myself to the people in the county attorney's office where they handle the property deeds but I'm prepared for that. They may find it hard to believe that the woman standing before them was who she says she was, in defiance of nearly all of the media-driven stereotypes but she will be armed with a mountain of paperwork that undeniably says she's telling the truth.
Originally, I had planned to just drive up there over a weekend and get it changed, then drive back. That was before Stephanie and I got to talking and a friend was gracious enough to lend us his plane. The plan started to come together for another great adventure for Galaxy Girl and The Electric Diva!
