It was a good point, Helen, and thank you so much for your input. As it happened, Kelly made the choice for me... she brought her 3-year-old daughter along for lunch, and I wasn't about to scare the kid (who knows me pretty well). I didn't hide anything, though... my facial hair is pretty obvious now, and I didn't attempt to change that. Basically, though, I was all distraught over nothing, as I'm sure many people predicted. We went out to lunch (though Kelly did give me a weird look when I answered the door in a muscle tee and whatnot) and everything went normally, and then I brought it up. She immediately assumed I meant I was going to start on hormone therapy and whatnot right away, but I told her that wasn't the case, and she was like, "Well, it's not like I didn't already know you were really masculine. It's really not that big a deal." And that thing I had taken as condemning of TSs, her comment about the drag king in the gay bar, she explained was because he had BAD facial hair, not the fact that he had facial hair at all.
I love my friends... and I suppose I have underestimated them. It makes things even sadder that I'm moving soon. Oh, and if anyone read my post on the words that hurt thread about how I get pissed when called "butch," I cleared that up with Kelly too, and she apologized. Two birds with one stone. Man... it's great to know there are still good people out there (as if I haven't met plenty of them on Susan's

) I feel fantastic, and yesterday spent the day with my other best friend, dressed completely as a guy with binder and everything, and she was awesome about it... I asked her if I "passed," and she looked me up and down, then said, "Yeah. Definitely." This from the chick who, last summer, was in love with me because she thought I was a lesbian and the most amazing one in the world, apparently; but that doesn't change anything. Good friends. All I can say. Good friends.
Thanks, everyone, for all the support
Rafe
oh, and as a note, my internet service is on the fritz, so I will only be able to get on here and post every couple days. I hate it, but until I go back to live with my folks (ugh, about a week and counting now), that's the way it is.