The Christmas bash.
My two sisters are kinda' committed to attending their husbands' families' Christmas Celebration, so we have to work at finding the time when everyone is free for our get-together.
It was the first family gathering since my coming out to them.
My niece asked where I got my cute ankle-boots (Wal-Mart.) I asked if my older sister had gotten her son the pair of Hooters gift cards for his gift, and got a laugh when I asked if one card was a little bigger than the other. We then had to explain the joke to my niece...
My older sister's new husband was amazed that we had a snacky-food table out prior to the meal -- his family expected no munching until everybody sat down to the table. Ah, the clash of cultures.
Younger sister talked about a big project coming up at work -- her office is hosting a big international meeting in two years, and she's going to be involved in the thick of it.
She also mentioned Real-ID to me and said I should be concerned, what with changing my identification coming up soon (as soon as we resolve the clearance thing at work.) I said that I had researched the issue like I always do -- that part of me will likely not change.
Older sister said I should take a round candle-cup covered in gold sparkles and roll it between my palms. Some of the glitter adhered to my palms. She then dared me to wipe my hands off on my sweater, "to see if anyone notices..." I complied, and she and her husband laughed. (UPDATE: nobody noticed.)
There were more little interactions. This is just to give a flavour of the event. There were a few references to my coming out as trans, but very muted, like it's not a big deal. Not that much had changed.
The meal was excellent, with leg of lamb and prime rib featured. Gifts were exchanged. A good time was had by all.
Oh, and -- my two sisters had been feuding for the past 6 months or so. They reconciled, and we made plans to all spend a weekend at elder sisters' husbands' mothers' cabin sometime soon.
Karen
