In January of '06, I troweled on the foundation, dressed in my most conservitive finery,
flung the closet door open and screamed, HERE I AM WORLD, LOVE ME.
Guess what...they didn't! NOT the best planned start of my transition
but looking back it taught me a very valuable lesson.
"Passing" has nothing to do with the PERFECT application of make up or the most devine outfit.
It has to do with owning the ground you stand on and
your resolve to exist even though the world would rather that you wither up and die.
It has to do with greeting every person and situation with
(to steal a phrase from Mr. Magorium) "determination, joy and courage".
Before I was able to have the pic on my drivers licience retaken,
my roomate reminded me that she needed me to make a return at a hardware store.
I had been working in the yard wearing bibs, a t-shirt and chuka boots, sans make-up.
I didn't have time for the public presentation routine. I just knew I looked like crapola on a stick.
I said @#$% it and trudged down there, steeling myself for the humiliation that I was in for.
In the course of the return, the girl behind the counter asked to see my ID.
She handed it back to me and said,"No Maam, I need to see your id."
After catching my breath and careful consideration, I handed it back to her and said,with a smile,
"Sweety, that is my ID." I floated out of the store.
We have been uncomfortable with WHAT the world perceives us to be and
WHAT we perceive ourselves to be, for so long, that at the breaking point, do we really know WHO we are?
In January of '06, I in esence, traded one fasade for another and paid for it with snickers and Sir's.
It wasn't untill I stopped caring about WHAT I was and became comfortable with
WHO I am that I became.........."PASSABLE"
Always Love,
Heather Rose