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Started by DragonBeer, January 29, 2015, 11:13:20 PM

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Felix

I don't know how pro you are at fashion, but the main thing is that the judge believes you are trying to be respectful. For my name change I wore the cleanest and most expensive clothes I owned. I had to go back later for a legal sex change and I was stressed out (it was boxing day) so I wore khakis and a button up shirt and mostly focused on keeping my kid quiet. I was honestly pretty disheveled and kinda ghetto-looking and it still went fine.

Your judge and jurisdiction are probably super relevant in deciding how to dress.
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HeyTrace19

I agree with Felix, above... as long as you look and act like you are being respectful to the court, you will be fine.  I will also add that you might want to wear whatever you feel is properly respectful of yourself and your masculinity.  If you feel most confident and truly yourself in a shirt and tie, then do it.  If you are a khakis and polo guy, then do that.  You will certainly show up clean and neat, which should be enough.
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aleon515

Oh and congrats! :)

--Jay
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Maleth

Yeah, I agree with what the others have said. Congrats!!!
~Maleth
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DragonBeer

Thanks everyone. This is what I wore.

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Tysilio

You look sharp. How'd it go???
Never bring an umbrella to a coyote fight.
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DragonBeer

Quote from: Tysilio on February 02, 2015, 03:53:01 PM
You look sharp. How'd it go???
This is going to be a long and detailed post so brace yourselves.
Take a seat and drink some Dunkin' Donuts coffee.

Name change has officially happened but I have to tell you, it was a super long process and I was 30 minutes away from clawing my eyes out. I had to be over at the Civil Court of New York City at 11:00 AM so I woke up at 7:00 AM sharp to have time to make some quick breakfast, iron the clothes I was going to wear and take my dog out for a walk. There was an snowstorm warning and I thought it would be affecting how trains were running so I left home at 9:15 AM to catch the E and then transfer to the 6.

I got to the courthouse in about an hour, it was strange walking around Lower Manhattan. I quickly found the place, got my stuff scanned for security and sat myself in front of the courtroom waiting for my lawyer. He came over 40 minutes later (I came a bit too early, lol) and we entered the room. I felt so out of place after looking at how the guys were dressed!  Almost all of them were wearing a suit, tie, dress shirt, pants and leather shoes. I quickly found myself looking at the judge: one look at him told me everything I needed to know. He seemed very conservative and I had a feeling that he wasn't going to waive publication. This was confirmed when a transwoman, who happened to be there, was trying to convince him to waive publication for safety reasons. He still denied her request and the ironic thing about it all was two guys sitting right behind me talking about the signs she had that gave her away as being transgender and they were referring to her as "he-she" the whole time while snickering. You don't know how badly I wanted to bash their skulls in.

After what seemed like an eternity (2 hours and 15 minutes), I finally got called up. Turns out he called me with my lesser known surname (didn't know I had 2 last names until I found my birth certificate) so I did a double take when the lawyer said it was my turn. I was never referred to as Perales in my life. Anyways, he asked me about my immigration status, whether I brought my social security card and what newspaper I would be publishing the name change. Knowing what happened with the transwoman that went right before I did, I had no hope in convincing him to waive that requirement as I seem to be passing more than ever thanks to my voice. I didn't feel like fighting either so I just agreed on the condition that my address isn't published. The records wear sealed and I had to go downstairs to unseal them on the computer so they can print out some forms. It was quickly done and now I have to play the waiting game for 1-2 weeks for the affidavit and the certified copies of the court order.
I got to the courthouse in about an hour, it was strange walking around Lower Manhattan. I quickly found the place, got my stuff scanned for security and sat myself in front of the courtroom waiting for my lawyer. He came over 40 minutes later (I came a bit too early, lol) and we entered the room. I felt so out of place after looking at how the guys were dressed!  Almost all of them were wearing a suit, tie, dress shirt, pants and leather shoes. I quickly found myself looking at the judge: one look at him told me everything I needed to know. He seemed very conservative and I had a feeling that he wasn't going to waive publication. This was confirmed when a transwoman, who happened to be there, was trying to convince him to waive publication for safety reasons. He still denied her request and the ironic thing about it all was two guys sitting right behind me talking about the signs she had that gave her away as being transgender and they were referring to her as "he-she" the whole time while snickering. You don't know how badly I wanted to bash their skulls in.

After what seemed like an eternity (2 hours and 15 minutes), I finally got called up. Turns out he called me with my lesser known surname (didn't know I had 2 last names until I found my birth certificate) so I did a double take when the lawyer said it was my turn. I was never referred to as Perales in my life. Anyways, he asked me about my immigration status, whether I brought my social security card and what newspaper I would be publishing the name change. Knowing what happened with the transwoman that went right before I did, I had no hope in convincing him to waive that requirement as I seem to be passing more than ever thanks to my voice. I didn't feel like fighting either so I just agreed on the condition that my address isn't published. The records were sealed and I had to go downstairs to unseal them on the computer so they can print out some forms. It was quickly done and now I have to play the waiting game for 1-2 weeks.
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Tysilio

Congratulations on getting through it, and on your new name! It must feel great to have accomplished that. It must also have been odd to find out that you had another last name. Are you keeping either of them, or changing your whole name?

It's good to know that it went pretty smoothly, even with a "conservative" judge.
Never bring an umbrella to a coyote fight.
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aleon515

I had an apparently "conservative judge". I was not gendered correctly or anything. However, I don't believe the point is to find some reason not to do it. If there is no reason not to do it, they will do a name change. It's a routine thing.

Allowing a waiver of the publication is quite another thing, but kind of for the same reason. Everything like this is routine. So they would not tend to do this. (It's rather a silly requirement, given any creditor can find you regardless. And obviously if you change your name legally the law will find you.)

(You look like you dressed nicely enough. It wouldn't be expected that you would be as nicely dressed as lawyers, etc. You might have been "underdressed anyway" without wingtips and so on. :) )

--Jay
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Atypical

I wore jeans and a plain, casual button-up shirt. Nobody seemed to care.
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Felix

You look sharp in that photo. Sounds like your court date was a little harrowing. Congrats on managing well.

My most recent judge seemed conservative at first but she was super chill with both women who appeared to be trans, waving away explanations and granting name changes with no hostility. When I was called, she asked me to come close so we could speak just between us and the court reporter, and all she did was confirm that I understood what I was requesting. She did ask why I only wanted one copy of the court order, and when I told her that only Texas cares about my legal sex, she actually congratulated me on getting out and wished me good luck in dealing with them in the future.

When I first went to court for my name change, I had a different judge and the whole thing went more like an assembly line. Everyone else was called alphabetically. My name was from near the beginning of the alphabet but I was called after the room was clear. I was asked if I was sure, and then the order was given. The judge smirked a little and told me to "enjoy [my] new name," but the derision was mild.
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aleon515

I agree it can be intimidating. My judge was probably not at all on board with the whole "sex change" thing. But *legally* he was required. I have heard of people being congratulated and all. But I didn't need his approval, I just needed his legal approval. The dress is very high powered and the point is to be a little intimating. I have never heard of anybody except in certain states who had problems. Even then, most name changes are approved.

The one thing people need to be careful of is paper work. Do it correctly. It's the one thing that sometimes a judge can look to, if he or she wants a reason.

--Jay

Quote from: Felix on February 24, 2015, 01:28:14 AM
You look sharp in that photo. Sounds like your court date was a little harrowing. Congrats on managing well.

My most recent judge seemed conservative at first but she was super chill with both women who appeared to be trans, waving away explanations and granting name changes with no hostility. When I was called, she asked me to come close so we could speak just between us and the court reporter, and all she did was confirm that I understood what I was requesting. She did ask why I only wanted one copy of the court order, and when I told her that only Texas cares about my legal sex, she actually congratulated me on getting out and wished me good luck in dealing with them in the future.

When I first went to court for my name change, I had a different judge and the whole thing went more like an assembly line. Everyone else was called alphabetically. My name was from near the beginning of the alphabet but I was called after the room was clear. I was asked if I was sure, and then the order was given. The judge smirked a little and told me to "enjoy [my] new name," but the derision was mild.
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