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.