I do all of my own car repairs, and I do them all on the street, which means there's plenty of neighbors that see me working. I was working on my brakes this afternoon, actually.
I also have old girl's clothes I wear. My standard is a pair of blue jeans, tennis shoes, & a t-shirt with a sports bra underneath. I always pull my hair back, and depending on whether or not I've been out of the house yet, may or may not be wearing makeup. I
know I don't look pretty, but I'm not really sure if I pass for a girl 100%. For the most part I think I do. I guess I don't really care, though. Everybody that lives on my block knows I'm a transsexual. Maybe when I move to a new place I'll reconsider the way I look.
If I need to run to a parts store, I'll usually change into something a little bit nicer (just a different t-shirt and jeans), will probably brush my hair out, and if I have no makeup on might put some foundation over my continuously healing electrolysis areas.
As a girl, it took me a while to feel okay with doing my own car repairs. A girl doing her own car repairs in this area is
very unusual. In fact, for a guy to be doing some of the stuff I do is not normal. (I tackle some pretty big jobs.) But once I had run into enough male chauvinistic parts store employees and mechanics, I realized I was 1)not getting read and 2)creating some pretty interesting waves, especially when I proved I knew more than a lot of those guys
I can't stand male chauvinists, and being able to show that I, a girl, knows more than they do about cars, while their fellow male employees listen and watch, is pretty satisfying!
Amy
