This same post is also in my blog here at Susans.
St. Andrews – Part II
It was as I had hoped – a non event. Even so, in many ways it felt like I had reached the point of no return. On 20 January 2008, I started my music ministry as me.
There is a difference between sitting in the back of church wearing a skirt and heels versus being up front, at least there is for me. Nevertheless, there I was singing and playing guitar as if this was simply another liturgy. And, in almost every way, it was simply another liturgy.
A few people double checked on the name before they addressed me. A smattering of others called me by my male name, then immediately and apologetically corrected themselves before I said a word. It was a non-event.
There were a few comments after mass. One woman said congratulations. Another said, "I admire your courage." The most common comment was "I love that skirt!"
I knew that St. Andrew's would be a safe environment for transitioning. Even so, I was up about 5 AM when I didn't need to be out the door until 8:30. The most comical part was looking in the mirror and seeing my hair all up in hot rollers. I couldn't help but laugh. It just seems a little incongruous. The image helped me relax and enjoy the day.
The bass line was verboten and stayed with tenor. While I do know a genetic woman who sings lower than me, I didn't want to stand out more than I already was.
And I did stand out – just by standing. I am 5 foot 10 inches tall. My boots have 3 inch heels on them. As a result, I stood a solid head and shoulders above most of the other women at mass – and I was also taller than a number of the men.
I finally feel like I have passed through V1 – the point of no return. This time, it is on my terms.
It feels good.
