Today marked the last Thanksgiving as (femalename) for my stepdad's family. They're the half of the family that doesn't know of me being trans and haven't seen me in upward of 7 months...they flipped over my hair being chopped short, but as it's kinda poofy for a men's cut (see avatar...feel free to critique my hair, I'm BAD at deciding on hairstyles and look bad with a buzz) no one really made the connection I don't think.
This is the last holiday my voice will pass as female. I'm overjoyed about it, but a little sad, because that family is extremely conservative, backwater hillbilly in part...and I know that most of that family, especially since it's my stepfather's family and not related to me by blood, will just step away from me.
On a slightly funnier note...we were talking about how my cousins are growing up, and my one cousin is now 16 and somewhere along the line went from ultra-shy bookworm to bombshell social flower. I made the joke that her younger sister, now 6, is much more rowdy than her older sister was at her age, and my grandmother replies to my aunt, "She's just like (femalename) was. Just watch, she's going to turn out like (femalename) when she's older." Oh, if only they knew.

Anyway, happy Turkey Day guys!

Just wanted to say that I hope you'll be pleasantly surprised next Thanksgiving, and that I like the hair.

This Thanksgiving marked 16 months on T and 18 months since the start of transition.  I have a decent crop of facial hair, a fairly deep voice (passed 100% on the phone to someone who only knows me online as male), and in general pass in public 100%.

Not only did my mother use all female pronouns today, including calling me my dog's mommy (ICK!!) she also flipped out when she found out that my brother was the one who physically put the turkey in the oven. Clearly being "hostess" and preparing dinner is "my" job because I'm technically a "mother" and my kids were present.   Gee, nice, how sexist.

My brother needed help with bird anatomy 101, which I supplied, and he and my son had fun together preparing the dinner, peeling potatoes and making a gelatin mold.

But the fact that the kids had a great day, my mother was clearly ticked and said a few choice things which not only made me want to strangle her (not literally but geez) but just leave.

Then when she kept calling me she, I finally said that people were going to think she was losing it if she kept calling me she, and she said why?  And I'm like duh, Mom, I look like a man and have a beard here.  Nobody sees a woman any more so if you call me she they're going to think you're going senile.  Oh.  Oh yeah.  Silence.

Anyway, enjoy! 

Jay

haha nice story mothers.. ^^

grats christ! and good luck  in your journey

LOL Jay, I need to remember that for when my grandmother gives me issues. My mother gladly is coming around (actually came to me and asked how I would prefer to be referred to--!!!) so at least I don't have to worry about her.

My grandparents will be the hurdle, as one family thinks everything I do is self-destructive and that I'm useless, and the other is backwoods hillbilly.

Yeah, I know what you mean. Yesterday at my Dad's I kept wondering if this would be the last Thanksgiving I'd have with them depending on how they'll take the news. So, I tried to enjoy it the best I could and live in the moment.

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Quote from: sneakersjay on November 27, 2009, 04:50:54 AM
Nobody sees a woman any more so if you call me she they're going to think you're going senile.  Oh.  Oh yeah.  Silence.

Yep, I've noticed if you mention the "s" word to an older person it shuts them up quick.